There's No Defense Except All

Agony Sometimes Changes Form But It Never Ceases For Anybody.

I Went Home Each Night Dizzy And Sick. He Was Murdering Me With The Sound Of His Voice.

It's Just That The Grape Has Me Down.

And Now Sometimes I'm Interviewed, They Want To Hear About Life And Literature And I Get Drunk And Hold Up My Cross-eyed, Shot, Runover De-tailed Cat And I Say,"look, Look At This!" But They Don't Understand, They Say Something Like,"you Say You've Been Influenced By Celine?" No," I Hold The Cat Up,"by What Happens, By Things Like This, By This, By This!

I Drive Around The Streets An Inch Away From Weeping, Ashamed Of My Sentimentality And Possible Love.