There is something wrong with us, A problem with the child inside Yes, the curious one--amputated Before it could flesh out its joy And be heard beyond miles

it's getting harder and harder to be around the people i know i mean those with whom i should be those who will make me happy but day by day i lose their lingo and i say, to know, where do you go?

17 of my roommates gone 17 rooms, it's true Everyone's gone, me too Then who's here? Who are you?

it happened last weekend. it was unexpected i don't know what came over me i ate with a certain ferocity

I think I cannot bear this I am afraid of you Afraid of who you think I am I want to cry with you, Cry with you

My, my, my! You--have seen Hyde! Saw his face held his gaze, Froze in place stuck in >POP!

I like John Lennon's glasses too I brought them at a thrift store in some misty part of Houston It was called the Leopard Lounge and everyone spoke in lisps World red, blood red I tried to save him but I dropped them, Lost them in the lake