"Her green plastic
watering for her fake
chineserubberplan
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
in a town full of rubber plans
to get rid of itself, it wears er out.

She lives with a broken man,
a cracked polystyreneman
who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery for girls
in the eighties but
GRAVITY always
wins and it wears him out.

She looks like the real thing.
She tastes like the real thing,
My fake plastic love.

But I can't help the feeling.
I could blow through the ceiling.
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out.
If I could be who you wanted
all the time..."

"The door of Death is made of gold,
That mortal eyes cannot behold,
But when the mortal eyes are closed,
And cold and pale, the limbs reposed,
The Soul awakes; and wondering, sees!"

William Blake

"Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you, whatever we are to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used to. Put no difference in your tone, waer no forced air, or solemnity or sorrow. Laugh, as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, play for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, no trace on a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well!"

Radiohead

"This place is too tight for the bond of our skins
The burden of our sins is overweighted
We don't speak the same language
But we share tonges
The air in my lungs is saturated

I held my breath
I've lost my breath

Because you ask and I beg
Because you want and I need
Because you kiss and I absorb
Because you cry and I blend."

Miss Owen