Disillusionment Is Not Truth.

As Every Cockroach Knows, Thriving On Poisons Is The Secret Of Success.

My Intentions Go One Way, My Desires Another. Thus I Feel Both Self-indulgent And Deprived.

God Has Replaced Sex As The Unmentionable.

Being Charming Takes Time And Effort, And I Am Busy.

A Sympathetic Look Always Makes Me Feel Sorry For Myself.