Even Amidst Fierce Flames The Golden Lotus

I Think I Made You Up Inside My Head.

What Did My Fingers Do Before They Held Him? What Did My Heart Do, With Its Love?

I Knew Chemistry Would Be Worse, Because I'd Seen A Big Card Of The Ninety-odd Elements Hung Up In The Chemistry Lab, And All The Perfectly Good Words Like Gold And Silver And Cobalt And Aluminum Were Shortened To Ugly Abbreviations With Different Decimal Numbers After Them.

I've Eaten A Bag Of Green Apples. Boarded The Train, There's No Getting Off

Very Depressed Today. Unable To Write A Thing. Menacing Gods. I Feel Outcast On A Cold Star, Unable To Feel Anything But An Awful Helpless Numbness.