If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time.

We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.

When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?