I Don't Get Nearly Enough Credit In

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

Life Is Absolutely Horrific, Leading Up To Absolute Horror.

I, A Late Riser, Fantasise About Getting Up Every Morning At 5 A.m. To Fetch The Horses In From The Fields.

I Felt A Momentary Urge To Leap Into The Sea And Swim Free Of The Present.

The Facts Of His Existence Are Plain. I Know That He Will Never Silence Those Unspeakable Voices. He Heard How People Killed, And How They Died And Their Voices Infected Him, Coursed Through His Body, Poisoned Him. He Didn't Know How To Turn Off The Noise, Or Turn The Hate Back Out Onto The World Like The Rest Of Us. He Turned It On Himself. You Could See That From The Scars On Him.