Nobody Would Stay Interested In Me If

The World We Suggest Is A New Wild West. A Sensuous Evil World. Strange And Haunting, The Path Of The Sun.

Take An Indian Home To Lunch.

Guileless And Without Vanity, We Were Still In Love With Ourselves Then. We Felt Comfortable In Our Skins, Enjoyed The News That Our Senses Released To Us, Admired Our Dirt, Cultivated Our Scars, And Could Not Comprehend This Unworthiness. Jealousy We Understood And Thought Natural--a Desire To Have What Somebody Else Had; But Envy Was A Strange, New Feeling For Us.

Nobody Would Stay Interested In Me If I Was Normal

Pain Is Meant To Wake Us Up. People Try To Hide Their Pain. But They're Wrong. Pain Is Something To Carry, Like A Radio. You Feel Your Strength In The Experience Of Pain.