I'm Going, She Said. I

I Never Pump Up My Vulgarity. I Wait For It To Arrive In Its Own Terms.

It Seemed Better To Delay Thinking.

The Less I Needed, The Better I Felt.

I Remember Awakening One Morning And Finding Everything Smeared With The Color Of Forgotten Love.

I Will Put On My Shoes And Shirt And Get Out Of Here - It'll Be Better For All Of Us.