I Said To Myself, 'i

Criminals Together. We're In Hell, My Little Friend, And There's Never Any Mistake There. People Are Not Damned For Nothing.

It Is Certain That We Cannot Escape Anguish, For We Are Anguish.

I Wanted My Own Words. But The Ones I Use Have Dragged Through I Don't Know How Many Consciences.

I Admire [samuel] Beckett, But I Am Totally Against Him. He Seeks No Improvement.

I Am Going To Outlive Myself. Eat, Sleep, Sleep, Eat. Exist Slowly, Softly, Like These Trees, Like A Puddle Of Water, Like The Red Bench In The Streetcar.