Some People Like What You

There Would Never Be A Way For Me To Live Comfortably With People. Maybe I'd Become A Monk. I'd Pretend To Believe In God And Live In A Cubicle, Play An Organ And Stay Drunk On Wine.

The Human Body Is Mostly Blood And Mystery And Sadness.

Her Violence Frightened Me. She Always Claimed That I Was The Jealous One, And I Was Often Jealous, But When I Saw Things Working Against Me I Simply Became Disgusted And Withdrew. Lydia Was Different. She Reacted. She Was The Head Cheerleader At The Game Of Violence.

Nothing Can Save You Except Writing. It Keeps The Walls From Failing.

Unless The Sun Inside You Is Burning Your Gut, Don't Do It