i very much wanted to connect with a large, a world just outside of my own and bigger than what i was living in. I would smoke like two packs of marlborough a day, not eat, and write these poems that were so upsetting. But i think that was my way of telling my mother how bad i felt. So ye in, i'll read you just, this is one from about that time period. Its very short, and then i'll readYou something that might be a little better. The fastest way to rid myself of you is to kill myself. Ok, thanksl that was a special one. They're all like, rillyintents. It one