Hate Is Ravening Vulture Beaks Descending On

The Stigma Of Oddness Is The Price A Myopic World Always Exacts Of Genius.

Time! Joyless Emblem Of The Greed Of Millions, Robber Of The Best Which Earth Can Give.

Happiness, To Some, Is Elation; To Others It Is Mere Stagnation.

Don’t Ask A Writer What He’s Working On. It’s Like Asking Someone With Cancer On The Progress Of His Disease.

Moon! Moon! I Am Prone Before You. Pity Me,and Drench Me In Loneliness.