My Face Too Blind, My Mind Too

Unless You're Completely Exploded, There's Always Something To Be Grateful For.

It's Goodbye To Reality When Love Sets In.

As For Types Like My Own, Obscurely Motivated By The Conviction That Our Existence Was Worthless If We Didn't Make A Turning Point Of It, We Were Assigned To The Humanities, To Poetry, Philosophy, Painting - The Nursery Games Of Humankind, Which Had To Be Left Behind When The Age Of Science Began. The Humanities Would Be Called Upon To Choose A Wallpaper For The Crypt, As The End Drew Near.

I’ve Had All The Monstrosity I Want.

I Don't Know Exactly How It's Done. I Let It Alone A Good Deal.