I Keep Eating For Fear I Will

The Sheen Of Ocean Gleams On The Blue Fish-plate.

Prudence Does Not Make People Happy; It Merely Deprives Them Of The Excitement Of Being Constantly In Trouble.

The Nature Of Language May Determine What Most People Say, But I Always Speak My Own Meaning.

Freedom Is The Moment Between Sleep And Waking Before Selfhood And The World Return.

Death Is Hacking Away At My Address Book And Party Lists.