"My mind's not right.A car radio bleats,'Love, O careless Love....' I hearmy ill-spirit sobin each blood cell,as if my handwere at its throat....I myself am hell:nobody's here-only skunks,that searchin the moonlight for a biteto eat."
"My mind's not right.A car radio bleats,'Love, O careless Love....' I hearmy ill-spirit sobin each blood cell,as if my handwere at its throat....I myself am hell:nobody's here-only skunks,that searchin the moonlight for a biteto eat."