I have always been on sale.
I have offered myself to others at going-out-of-business,everything must go prices.
Going through the little door and staying in a little room has been my excellence and my sole marketable skill.
I wasted time and now it does waste me, and me and time together make waste, and at waste-time:I.
Every moment even even if I have seemed prideful and spiteful to others has in truth been for me nothing but superb penance and exquisite humiliation.
To my bat Moab I leave my cat Pazuzu, and vice versa.
To everyone I lied to, it was only because I loved you.
The only thing I have ever been able to share with my friends has been my loneliness.
I am only dying because I cannot think of another polite way to leave.