I’ve got the curtains closed
Attended all the black masses
Found myself an evil woman
Been to the midnight classes
So happy my heart is dark
So happy to feel so sad
A life I love to hate
A good life lived so bad
Angels run toward the light
Crucifixes made of wood
A silver bullet for my girl
I couldn’t love her, even if I could
There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes his whole universe for a vast practical joke.
Herman Melville
1994ever 