It Takes Practice To Shave The Skin

Eros Is An Issue Of Boundaries. He Exists Because Certain Boundaries Do. In The Interval Between Reach And Grasp, Between Glance And Counterglance, Between ‘i Love You’ And ‘i Love You Too,’ The Absent Presence Of Desire Comes Alive. But The Boundaries Of Time And Glance And I Love You Are Only Aftershocks Of The Main, Inevitable Boundary That Creates Eros: The Boundary Of Flesh And Self Between You And Me. And It Is Only, Suddenly, At The Moment When I Would Dissolve That Boundary, I Realize I Never Can.

The Self Forms At The Edge Of Desire, And A Science Of Self Arises In The Effort To Leave That Self Behind.

I Am Kind Of A Curmudgeonly Person, So I Don't Gravitate To Groups Or Traditions, Which Is Probably Just Pretentious Of Me.

Maybe I Could Have Been Good As A Drawer If I Had Done It As Much As I Did Writing, But It's More Scary To Draw. It's More Revealing. You Can't Disguise Yourself In Drawing.

You Used To Say. "desire Doubled Is Love And Love Doubled Is Madness." Madness Doubled Is Marriage I Added When The Caustic Was Cool, Not Intending To Produce A Golden Rule.