The passing of time and all of its crimes is making me sad again. The passing of time and all of its sickening crimes is making me sad again. But don't forget the songs that made you cry and the songs that saved your life.. Yes, you're older now and you're a clever swine. But they were the only ones who ever stood by you

Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself; and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.

And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?

When you're younger, you see the people who are in power and think they must have that position because of some degree of skill. And as you get older, you realize it's not true, that most people in those positions are absolutely inept. And this naturally makes you feel better about yourself.

Don't leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.

If you must write prose or poems, the words you use should be your own. Don't plagiarize or take 'on loan'. There's always someone, somewhere, with a big nose, who knows, who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall.

Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?