That Was The Tragedy. Not That One

Liking Other People Is An Illusion We Have To Cherish In Ourselves If We Are To Live In Society.

Follow The Accident, Fear The Fixed Plan--that Is The Rule.

Ask Me To Marry You." "will You Marry Me?" "no.

Medieval Theologians Used To Dispute How The Angels In The Heaven Spent Their Time, When Not Balancing On Needle Points And Singing Anthems To The Lord. I Know. They Slump Glued To Their Clouds, Glasses At The Ready, As The Archangel Micheal (that Well-known Slasher) And Stonewalling St Peter Open Against The Devils Xi. It Could Not Be Heaven, Otherwise.

My Hatred Of Crowds, The Obviousness Of Crowds, Of Anything En Masse. Is This Why I Like Little-known Books? A General Desire To Escape The Main World.