I Converse With My Dog Through Esp

I Am The Skeptic Of Skeptics.

But What Was A Body? Dust, Dung, Urine, Itches. It Was The Light Within Which Was Important, And It Was Not Significant If That Light Endured After Death, Or If The Soul Was Blinded Eternally In The Endless Night Of The Suspired Flesh.

Those Who Claim To Have Had Happy Lives Seem To Be Silly Fools.

The American Insanity For Loving Everybody Is Ruining My Good Temper And Delivering My Stomach To Enormous Bouts With Acidity.

We Are Not Old Unless We Desire To Be.