There will be birds and if they write your name in the sky then you can get on the buses and if they don't you have to die on the floor.

Anger does not come easy to me. It is something I have to encourage, like a greyhound in second place.

I would never say snog. I would say osculate." She looks at me as if to say: why do you exist?

After that, we had a short conversation about how your body can sometimes seem totally separate. She said her body can feel like a distant bureaucracy controlled by telegrams from her brain, and I said my body is sometimes like that of Mario Mario, being controlled with a Nintendo joypad. Mario's surname is Mario.

I find that the only way to get through life is to picture myself in an entirely disconnected reality.

Exercise II. Write a diary, imagining that you are trying to make an old person jealous. I have written an example to get you started: Dear Diary, I spent the morning admiring my skin elasticity. God alive, I feel supple.

There will be birds and if they write your name in the sky then you can get on the buses and if they don't you have to die on the floor.