There Are No Happy Endings, Because Nothing

But I Must Go On," Said The Lady Amalthea, "for It Is Never Finished. Even When I Wake, I Cannot Tell What Is Real, And What I Am Dreaming As I Move And Speak And Eat My Dinner. I Remember What Cannot Have Happened, And Forget Something That Is Happening To Me Know. People Look At Me As Though I Should Know Them, And I Do Know Them In The Dream, And Always The Fire Draws Me Nearer, Though I Am Awake—

The Unicorn Halted In Her Slow, Desperate Round Of The Cage, Realizing For The First Time That The Magician Understood Her Speech. He Smiled, And She Saw That His Face Was Frighteningly Young For A Grown Man-untraveled By Time, Unvisited By Grief Or Wisdom. "i Know You," He Said.

I Am A King's Daughter, And If I Cared To Care, The Moon That Has No Mistress Would Flutter In My Hair. No One Dares To Cherish What I Choose To Crave. Never Have I Hungered, For That I Did Not Have I Am A Kings Daughter, And I Grow Old Within The Prison Of My Person, The Shackles Of My Skin. And I Would Run Away And Beg From Door To Door, Just To See Your Shadow Once, And Never More.

Avicenna California...museum Of My Twisted Youth, Vault Of My Dearest And Most Disgusting Memories.

We Are Not Always What We Seem, And Hardly Ever What We Dream.