this should work!nni scream and i clutch to these written down plansnnbut people don't always feel the way a pen tells them tonnand that's oknnthis is easier said than feltnnhow long can i stay on this rainy diffuse islandnnit's so far to the shore and i am such a shitty swimmernnwhere have i been these last four weeksnni hate it! i hate it!nnyou scream for me but i cannot come and grip your handnni know the answers to all these questions i havennthen don't ask themnnis this what the end of the world smells likennyour abscence drawn and quartered by my desiresnnand i don't know how to make these choicesnnwe run through the new york streets in the rainnnyou slip to fall and i catch you nine times totalnnall it takes is a few mistaken words of pointless paranoid thoughtsnnto bring this all to a crashing halt