All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

Sometimes I nursed starfish alive in jam jars of seawater and watched them grow back lost arms. On this day, this awful birthday of otherness, my rival, somebody else, I flung the starfish against a stone. Let it perish.

If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.

From the night Buddy Willard kissed me and said I must go out with a lot of boys, he made me feel I was much more sexy and experienced than he was and that everything he did like hugging and kissing and petting was simply what I made him feel like doing out of the blue, he couldn’t help it and didn’t know how it came about. Now I saw he had only been pretending all this time to be so innocent.

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.

The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end.

Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.