Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.

I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.

If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!

We had people fainting during the last tour, but I'm aiming for people to actually drop dead at this one.

And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.

You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.