I’m sick of the shame I’m sick of the pain I want no regrets I want no bad frets No unwanted irks No unwelcome quirks No last minute laments No Ill-favored repents

What the voice in my head says: I am the voice in your head! yippee! Hurray! Here are some things that I’ve got to say! lets run a race with scissors now. lets have unprotected sex lets be fatheaded and feckless. lets jump off a bridge. lets eat some cleaning products. Then maybe I’ll shut up. I’m hungry for gasoline. I wonder if we can fly? lets try it out. lets skate on thin ice. five bucks says that you can fly. lets eat some yummy thumbtack pie, snorting windex makes you high. we’ll shove nails into our eyes, we’ll slit out fingers. DOESN'T THAT SOUND FUN??? lets run in traffic! when we’re splattered on the pavement we’ll be together at last! lets pierce our tongue! our eyes! our throat! lets sleep on the traintracks tonight.