“Why are the pretty ones always crazy?” Sucha dumb ting, grade-school mockery. Heart on the sleeve. Smashing Pumpkins. Fading, fading away. Driving, driving around. Slight roughness, mega bumpiness. Showers. I need to eat, I need to drink, I need to piss, I need to shit. Oh, Beth! Why did you leave me, leave me to die, while you fly, soar; sourly. How do your pockets feel? Your nose, your mouth, your posture, your eyes. I will not fall victim to compromise, I can see you now. Your uncompromisable unhappiness. You are me, me you, you me…