Hey Soul, let's piss on Sid's grave!

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here—through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green's your color. You are Spring.

A permanet lipstick mark

On your white shirt

So you'll never forget me

“Solitaire”, Froot – I'm an introvert, and that's okay. There's nothing wrong with wanting to be alone.

“Happy Loner”, Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land – Maybe I like being alone so people don't realize that I'm on the edge of madness.

“EVERYBODY KNOWS I'M SAD”, PRINCESS OF POWER – Yeah... I think I don't wanna be alone anymore. I've liked it all these years, but now... “My loneliness is killing me” and I NEED social interaction.

♪ 'cause everybody knows I'm sad