When I Was Young, I Was Reading

I Fell For Her Like A Suicide From A Bridge.

Google Can Bring You Back 100,000 Answers. A Librarian Can Bring You Back The Right One.

I Wondered, As I Wondered So Often When I Was That Age, Who I Was, And What Exactly Was Looking At The Face In The Mirror. If The Face I Was Looking At Wasn't Me, And I Knew It Wasn't, Because I Would Still Be Me Whatever Happened To My Face, Then What Was Me? And What Was Watching?

Why Do I Have This Imagination? It's The Only One I've Got!

I Believe That Life Is A Game, That Life Is A Cruel Joke, And That Life Is What Happens When You're Alive And That You Might As Well Lie Back And Enjoy It.