It never occurred to me to say no.

If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit.

And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.

I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free—— The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets. It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get.