He Cried When I Left,

Once Upon A Time Is Now.

Life Is Not Like Gloomy Sunday, With A Second Ending When The People Are Disturbed.

I Was Reading Everything Under The Sun From Music History To Feminist Literature To Shakespeare, Which Is Why I'm Not A Complete Idiot At This Time.

Why Can I Never Go Back To Bed? Who's Is The Voice Ringing In My Head? Where Is The Sense In These Desperate Dreams? Why Should I Wake When I'm Half Past Dead?

I Myself Am Not Afraid Of Ghosts; I Am Afraid Of People.