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

I want to be silverly beautiful.

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

It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.

I'm never going to get married." "You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind." "No. My mind's made up.

I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.