The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What Is Known as the Realms of the Unreal.
A lot of them take d** because they feel broken, sad, crippled, unfairly blue, can't sleep, weak-kneed, circumstances unforeseen. The Vivian Girls stay underneath. Leanne, I love your dark drawings. I nailed them to my door. Einslyn, the exclamation mark I printed on the floor. I'm singing now in a new band with Slick and Stevie Door. You knew Nazis left your keys in the canyon. You tripped, you burst, your heart's a lion. Your rainbow is not dignified. Your birthday cake is on my lap. We're singing songs. The journey's long. I won't be here before much more.