Volume VI: They Come Out When They're Dead

Volume V: You Don't Know My Mind

how many times is too many to be full of sorrowful perpetual anger that cannot be managed with classes you refuse to go to, or pills you'll never take?  traditional folks might argue that no amount of angst is enough (to compare with their own); that the driving force behind the wheel is testing you on paper and in practice.  working for the man, you are, you look for love in the night and during the day you do what you can, and no more.

you knock very hard on the door and i say that there ain't nobody here but me, so you might as well come on in!  you'd better enjoy the view for a while because i will surely be cast afloat again soon, continuing my journey toward a higher elevation.  smaller than a grain of pollen, yellower than a gold rush, i dissolve as soon as i land.

help me stay in the air, if you please.  

Volume V: Memory Lost