The Human Heart, As Of

My Beerdrunk Soul Is Sadder Than All The Dead Christmas Trees Of The World.

It Is All Ash And Dry Leaves And Grief Gone Like An Ocean Liner.

Pain Is Strange. A Cat Killing A Bird, A Car Accident, A Fire.... Pain Arrives, Bang, And There It Is, It Sits On You. It's Real. And To Anybody Watching, You Look Foolish. Like You've Suddenly Become An Idiot. There's No Cure For It Unless You Know Somebody Who Understands How You Feel, And Knows How To Help.

For Each Joan Of Arc There Is A Hitler Perched At The Other End Of The Teeter-totter.

I Was Their Bar Freak, They Needed Me To Make Themselves Feel Better. Just Like, At Times, I Needed That Graveyard.