I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.

I still smile it's not worth the trouble any more for a long time now it's not been worth the trouble the tongue spring goes into the mud I stay like this not thirsty any more the tongue goes back into the mouth it closes it has to make a straight line now it's done I've made the image.

That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.

All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.

...and a dream away in space with neither her nor there where all the footsteps ever fell can never fare nearer to anywhere nor from anywhere further away. Nor for in the end again by degrees or as though switched on dark falls there again that certain dark that alone certain ashes can. Through it who knows yet another end beneath a cloudless sky of a last end if ever there had to be another absolutely had to be.

The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed.