I Fancied You'd Return The Way You

Jealousy Can Open The Blood, It Can Make Black Roses.

If I Didn't Think, I'd Be Much Happier; If I Didn't Have Any Sex Organs, I Wouldn't Waver On The Brink Of Nervous Emotion And Tears All The Time.

It Was Sometime In October; She Had Long Ago Lost Track Of All The Days And It Really Didn’t Matter Because One Was Like Another And There Were No Nights To Separate Them Because She Never Slept Any More.

I Am Myself. That Is Not Enough.

I'm Doped And Thick From My Last Sleeping Pill.