How Could I Know A Famished Heart

Little Girls Are Like Old Cats. If They Don't Like You Nothing On Earth Will Make Them Pretend To.

Time Is The Speed At Which The Past Decays.

If Only,’ Shiroyama Dreams, ‘human Beings Were Not Masks Behind Masks Behind Masks. If Only This World Was A Clean Board Of Lines And Intersections. If Only Time Was A Sequence Of Considered Moves And Not A Chaos Of Slippages And Blunders.

It's A Small World. It Keeps Recrossing Itself.

Truth Is Singular. Its 'versions' Are Mistruths.