I Am A Man, Jupiter, And Each

Words Are Loaded Pistols.

I Should Wish [alain Robbe-grillet] To Realize That Guinea Exists.

It Is Disgusting -- Why Must We Have Bodies?

I'd Come To Realize That All Our Troubles Spring From Our Failure To Use Plain, Clear-cut Language.

I Wanted My Own Words. But The Ones I Use Have Dragged Through I Don't Know How Many Consciences.