You Smile. No, It Is Not Fatal.

I've Eaten A Bag Of Green Apples. Boarded The Train, There's No Getting Off

The Only Thing I Could Think Of Was Turkey Neck And Turkey Gizzards And I Felt Very Depressed.

I Felt The Mask Crumple, The Great Poisonous Store Of Corrosive Ashes Begin To Spew Out Of My Mouth.

I Felt Dull And Flat And Full Of Shattered Visions.

After All, We Are Nothing More Or Less Than We Choose To Reveal.