On The Worst Days, I Don't Feel

The Desperate Things Seem To Require Attention, The Lovely Things Seem To Elicit Celebration. If I Had To Choose, I Would Go To The Awful In The Hope That Doing Something Could Yield A Happier Result.

It Can Be Kind Of Gruesome At Times, Making Things Alone.

I Try To Excite Myself So I Stay Crazy.

I Am Not Free Because I Can Be Exploded Anytime.

It Is Embarrassing To Be Caught And Killed For Stupid Reasons