It Starts When You Begin

Your Heart's Desire Is To Be Told Some Mystery. The Mystery Is That There Is No Mystery.

They Came Upon Themselves In A Mirror And He Almost Raised The Pistol. It's Us, Papa, The Boy Whispered. It's Us.

I Yearn For The Darkness. I Pray For Death. Real Death. If I Thought That In Death I Would Meet The People I've Known In Life I Don't Know What I'd Do. That Would Be The Ultimate Horror. The Ultimate Despair. If I Had To Meet My Mother Again And Start All Of That All Over, Only This Time Without The Prospect Of Death To Look Forward To? Well. That Would Be The Final Nightmare. Kafka On Wheels.

It Was Always Himself That The Coward Abandoned First. After This All Other Betrayals Came Easily.

If Trouble Comes When You Least Expect It Then Maybe The Thing To Do Is To Always Expect It.