It Would Be Pleasant To

The Beautiful Feeling After Writing A Poem Is On The Whole Better Even Than After Sex, And That's Saying A Lot.

[i] Have Fantasies Of Killing Myself And Thus Being The Powerful One Not The Powerless One.

One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep Nightmares Out.

But My Future Is A Secret. / It Is As Shy As A Mole.

I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are The Trouble With Me I Watch You Walk Right By