People Call Me All Sorts

Faith Is The Fool's Excuse.

She Feels And She Cries. It Is To Be Admired.

I, However, Like Black. It Is A Color That Makes Me Comfortable And The Color With Which I Have The Most Experience. In The Darkest Darkness, All Is Black. In The Deepest Hole, All Is Black. In The Terror Of My Addicted Mind, All Is Black. In The Empty Periods Of My Lost Memory, All Is Black. I Like Black, Goddammit, And I Am Going To Give It Its Due.

Sometimes I Really Want To Believe In God. I Really Admire, In A Lot Of Ways, People Who Have Faith. I Think It Must Be A Beautiful Thing To Believe.

If I Was Gonna Write A Book That Was True, And I Was Gonna Write A Book That Was Honest, Then I Was Gonna Have To Write About Myself In Very, Very Negative Ways.