I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study.

I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.

Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.

You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.

There is no life higher than the grasstops

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.