Fate Isn't Some Middle-aged Man With A

Fate Is Trying To Kill Me. I Miss My Dog. What's A Doctor Going To Say? You're Not Ill, You're Mad As A Muffin? They'll Either Lock Me Up Or Tell Me To Get A Grip And No One Will Believe The Truth Anyway.

I Can't Even Trust My Own Imaginary Dog. How Much Lower Can A Person Get?

After All This Time, I Know Exactly Where I Belong.

Somewhere Along The Line I'd Lost The Will Not To Eat.

And After Awhile Of This My Brain And My Body And Every Single Inch Of Me That Was Alive Was Flooded With The Feeling That I Was Starving, Starving For Edmond. And What A Coincidence, That Was The Feeling I Loved Best In The World.