Quiet Through The Grave Go

He Is No Longer Mine To Lose, But The Grief Is There, A Gnawing Sense Of Disbelief.

There's A Place For Everything And Everyone, You Know. That Is The Mistake They Make Above. They Think That Only Certain People Have A Place. Only Certain Kinds Of People Belong. The Rest Is Waste. But Even Waste Must Have A Place. Otherwise It Will Clog And Clot, And Rot And Fester.

Music, I Think, He Makes Me Feel Like Music

That's The Way I Feel, At Least: Like There's A Real Me And A Reflection Of Me, And I Have No Way Of Telling Which Is Which.

Live Free Or Die.