Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.
Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.
The sanest thing in this world is love.
Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.
Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.