People's Clothes Ought To Be

I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen Sink.

The Tea Was A Comfort - And By That Time I More Than Needed Comfort.

Thinking Of Death--strange, Beautiful, Terrible And A Long Way Off--made Me Feel Happier Than Ever.

I Have Really Sinned. I Am Going To Pause Now, And Sit Here On The Mound Repenting In Deepest Shame.

I Was Wandering Around As Usual, In My Unpleasantly Populated Sub-conscious.