March: be careful. In April, I was the fool.
And so was the one who had fooled me.
I fall prey to something else.
He eats me.
A homunculus, my dear.
It kills me.
There's a ceiling,
and I'm hitting it real quick.
Celeste.
She is fast approaching.
The wind hit the window.
Don't listen to me, I'm only a leaf.
My one, my love, my nothingness.
My tree, my little oxymoron.
He'll never hold me in high renown.
Spring: the season of death. Yes, love?
Don't worry, my child. I love you.
The sole fascination of the virile psyche.
The subject. She is always the subject.
You tend to run away from that. I've noticed.
"Stop loving me."
"I love you."
Te amo, mi amor.
I love you because you're graceful.
Aw, sugar.
Lady Castiga.
She rises out of the sea.
Why paint it? why taint it?
Make me not a bastard.
My love has so much insanity that he is the only sane person I know.
Hark, my love!
Atlantis rises.
Sometimes I feel I'm a stranger in a strange land.
I hate this place.
Certain other things burst at the seams.
Idiots all around me.
Don't fuck it up.
I'm sorry about everything.
She's beautiful except when I love her.
Everybody's dying for not good reasons.
She's killing me.
It's my mother.
She's dying except when I'm killing her.
What's that?
Nothing, don't worry about it.
Missing missing missing missing missing missing miss.
She's everything I ever wanted to die for.