There Is Light Somewhere.

Well, People Got Attatched. Once You Cut The Umbilical Cord They Attatched To The Other Things. Sight, Sound, Sex, Money, Mirages, Mothers, Masturbation, Murder, And Monday Morning Hangovers.

I Didn't Like Anybody In That School. I Think They Knew That. I Think That's Why They Disliked Me. I Didn't Like The Way They Walked Or Looked Or Talked, But I Didn't Like My Mother Or Father Either. I Still Had The Feeling Of Being Surrounded By White Empty Space. There Was Always A Slight Nausea In My Stomach.

Look, Let Me Put It This Way: With Me, You’re Number One And There Isn’t Even A Number Two.

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That

I Had No Feeling For The Things So Many Others Needed.