Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass.

Your hair is an act of God.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass In accident time where there are no accidents You have no choice the choice comes after

But you have friends. You have a lot of friends. What do you offer your friends to make them so supportave. What do you offer your friends to make them so supportave what do you offer. " ...if I could remember any more of my lines I'd add them so basically this is a preface to the whole play. I would like to quote the whole play. Currently my mind is afraid to remember the play.

I crave white on white and black, but my thoughts race in glorious technicolour, prodding me awake, whipping away the warm blanket of invisibility every time it sears to smother my mind in nothing.

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

I am the beast at the end of the rope.