A Man Who Discovers His

It’s Like, Everything Really Is Two Ways, The Way We All Pretend It Is And The Way It Really Is

And Then More Quiet, Silence So Deep It Almost Drowned Out The Roar Of The Night Music That Pounded Away In My Secret Self.

It Really Is Better To Be Lucky Than To Be Good.

Nothing Else Loves Me, Or Ever Will. Not Even - Especially - Me. I Know What I Am And That Is Not A Thing To Love.

It's Always Me, Isn't It? I'm Not Really A Very Nice Person, But For Some Reason It's Always Me That They Come To With Their Problems.