I Fancied You'd Return The

The Woman Is Perfected. Her Dead Body Wears The Smile Of Accomplishment.

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.

All I Want Is Blackness. Blackness And Silence.

Jealousy Can Open The Blood, It Can Make Black Roses.

I Am Sending Back The Key That Let Me Into Bluebeard's Study; Because He Would Make Love To Me I Am Sending Back The Key; In His Eye's Darkroom I Can See My X-rayed Heart, Dissected Body: I Am Sending Back The Key That Let Me Into Bluebeard S Study.