My Mistakes Are My Life.

In My Head There Are Several Windows, That I Do Know, But Perhaps It Is Always The Same One, Open Variously On The Parading Universe.

I Tried To Groan, Help! Help! But The Tone That Came Out Was That Of Polite Conversation.

To Have Been Always What I Am - And So Changed From What I Was.

If I Had The Use Of My Body, I Would Throw It Out The Window.

Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.