My Flesh Looked Like It

I'll Use The Knives For Spreading Jam, And The Gas To Warm My Greying Love.

It’s Nice Enough To Make A Man Weep, But I Don’t Weep, Do You?

It Didn't Pay To Trust Another Human Being. Humans Didn't Have It, Whatever It Took.

Beware The Average Man The Average Woman Beware Their Love, Their Love Is Average Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred There Is Enough Genius In Their Hatred To Kill You To Kill Anybody Not Wanting Solitude Not Understanding Solitude They Will Attempt To Destroy Anything That Differs From Their Own Not Being Able To Create Art They Will Not Understand Art They Will Consider Their Failure As Creators Only As A Failure Of The World

I Am A Poem. There Is No Way Out.