There is a woman in the waters, looking up at me whenever I
go to the shore to contemplate Death. It's a small lake, and
she is old, I think. Her hair is gray, or maybe it is the
reflection of the hills in the shallows. I am old, too, even
though I am only 19. Or maybe it is the reflection of the
trees in the depths. I don't want to be 20, and then 30, 40,
100...

1, 2, 3, 4,... the questionaire wanted to me to list the
most influential people in my life, in order, so I invented
people. 1, the woman in the waters, 2, the monster under the
bed, 3, the alien with the black eyes, 4, the talking
wolf... Rank my disorders, in order, in dis-order: 1,
depression, 2, self-hatred, 3, misanthropy, 4, no respect
for authority...

Diagnose, masturbate, hunt, laugh, run through the forest...
1... 2... 3... 4... wolves howl in the hills... nobody who
ever lived can ran fast enough to catch me.