Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.

And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.

Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.

The body is amazingly stubborn when it comes to sacrificing itself to the annihilating directions of the mind.

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can

What I cannot forgive is dishonesty - and no matter what, or how hard, I would rather know the truth of which I today had such a clear & devastating vision from his mouth than hear foul evasions, blurrings and rattiness.

Death may whiten in sun or out of it.