I Was Suddenly Left With Nothing In

I'd Sleep And Forget It; I Had My Own Life, My Own Sad And Ragged Life Forever.

We Were On The Roof Of America And All We Could Do Was Yell

Why Did I Allow Myself To Be Bored Ever In The Past And To Compensate For It Got High Or Drunk Or Rages Or All The Tricks People Have Because They Want Anything But Serene Understanding Of Just What There Is, Which Is After All So Much.

Rocks Are Space, And Space Is Illusion.

Pretty Girls Make Graves