Men And The World Are Mutually Toxic

Men And The World Are Mutually Toxic To Each Other.

My Schedule For Today Lists A Six-hour Self-accusatory Depression.

If You Think This Universe Is Bad, You Should See Some Of The Others.

The Tragedy In His Life Already Existed. To Love An Atmospheric Spirit. That Was The Real Sorrow. Hopelessness Itself. Nowhere On The Printed Page, Nowhere In The Annals Of Man, Would Her Name Appear: No Local Habitation, No Name. There Are Girls Like That, He Thought, And Those You Love Most, The Ones Where There Is No Hope Because It Has Eluded You At The Very Moment You Close Your Hands Around It.

Upon Him The Contempt Of Three Planets Descended.