Houses Turn To Corpses Overnight When We

Too Late For Changes, Too Late Perhaps For Explanations And Ideological Webs, But The Love Goes On, The Love Goes On, Blind To Laws And Warnings And Even To Wisdom And To Fears. And Whatever That Love Is, Perhaps An Illusion Of A New Love, I Want It, I Cant Resist It, My Whole Being Melts In One Kiss, My Knowledge Melts, My Fears Melt, My Blood Dances, My Legs Open.

At First She Beckoned And Lured One Into Her World; Then, She Blurred The Passageways, Confused All The Images, As If To Elude Detection.

Art Is The Method Of Levitation, In Order To Separate One's Self From Enslavement By The Earth.

I Believe One Writes Because One Has To Create A World In Which One Can Live.

To Withhold From Living Is To Die ... The More You Give Of Yourself To Life The More Life Nourishes You.