I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
How frail the human heart must be --a mirrored pool of thought...
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
Is there no way out of the mind?
dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.