A Non-writing Writer Is A Monster Courting

Because Of Impatience We Were Driven Out [of Paradise]; Because Of Impatience We Cannot Return.

I, However, Cannot Force Myself To Use "meat Drugs" To Cheat On My Loneliness.

I Am In Chains. Don't Touch My Chains.

A Stair Not Worn Hollow By Footsteps Is, Regarded From Its Own Point Of View, Only A Boring Something Made Of Wood.

All Language Is But A Poor Translation.