My Hands Dead My Heart

Since Some People Had Told Me That I Was Ugly, I Always Preferred Shade To The Sun, Darkness To Light

In My Next Life I Want To Be A Cat. To Sleep 20 Hours A Day And Wait To Be Fed. To Sit Around Licking My Ass.

From The Beginning, Through The Middle Years And Up To The End: Too Bad, Too Bad, Too Bad.

People Are Strange: They Are Constantly Angered By Trivial Things, But On A Major Matter Like Totally Wasting Their Lives, They Hardly Seem To Notice.

Real Loneliness Is Not Necessarily Limited To When You Are Alone.