People Empty Me. I Have

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.

Death Is Nothing, Brother, It's Life That's Hard

I Felt Like Crying But Nothing Came Out. It Was Just A Sort Of Sad Sickness, Sick Sad, When You Can't Feel Any Worse. I Think You Know It. I Think Everybody Knows It Now And Then. But I Think I Have Known It Pretty Often, Too Often.

This Time Has Finished Me.

I Grow Tired Of 18th Century Moralities In A 20th Century Space-atomic Age