I like to play dead,  while immersed in white. I feel kind of violent. Nails in my coffin,  and I count them,  one two I

Last night I cried While reading catcher and the rye Laying under the blue sky But I felt just the same.  Sometimes I’m lazy In

Sometimes I dream.  Sometimes I dream about falling. I dream about falling down a forty story building.  The wind through my hair.  No dirt under