Mistake, Mistake, Mistake. A Strange Word: Stinging,

That's When You Really Lose People, You Know.when The Pain Passes.

Chance. Stupid, Dumb, Blind Chance. Just A Part Of The Strange Mechanism Of The World, With Its Fits And Coughs And Starts And Random Collisions.

I Hate Skin; I Hate Bones And Bodies. I Want To Curl Up Inside Of Him And Be Carried There Forever.

It Is A Beautiful World For The People Who Get To Play The Fist.

Love: A Single Word, A Wispy Thing, A Word No Bigger Or Longer Than An Edge.