A Named Thing Is A Tamed Thing.

I'm Politically Inclined Towards The Left, But I Don't Like To Be In Anyone's Gang; I'm A Bit Of A Loose Cannon.

A Man Who Casts No Shadow Isn't Really A Man At All.

In My Dreams I Gorge On Chocolates, I Roll In Chocolates, And Their Texture Is Not Brittle But Soft As Flesh, Like A Thousand Mouths On My Body, Devouring Me In Fluttering Small Bites. To Die Beneath Their Tender Gluttony Seems The Culmination Of Every Temptation I Have Ever Known.

I'm Phobic About The Idea Of Being Constrained.

Places Have Their Own Characters. . . . But The People Begin To Look The Same.