I dread the loss of her I've never touched love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak I miss a woman who was never born I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet Everything passes Everything perishes Everything palls my thought walks away with a killing smile leaving discordant anxiety which roars in my soul No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope

I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.

There's not a drug on earth can make life meaningful

What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me?

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

There is an objective reality in which my body and mind are one. But I am not here and never have been.

Once you have perceived that life is very cruel, the only response is to live with as much humanity, humour and freedom as you can.