Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

I think I made you up inside my head.

Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.

There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.

Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness.