A Man Is Whole Only When He

Life, The Permission To Know Death.

There's Something Evil In Me That Loves Evil And Degradation--purity's Black Backside! That Loves Honesty With A Horrid Love; Or Why Have I Always Gone Seeking It At The Liar's Door?

The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over The Head Of Day That The Day May Be In Torment.

No Man Needs Curing Of His Individual Sickness; His Universal Malady Is What He Should Look To.

Destiny And History Are Untidy.