There Are Strange Flowers Of Reason To

As If One Could Do What One Wanted With One's Own Body!

It Sometimes Happens That Pleasure Blows Anywhere It Damn Well Chooses.

Everything That Is Not Me Is Incomprehensible.

That You Are Not Already Golden Word In Our Streets Already Memories Your Love Fades Already Whether You Are No Longer To Have Perished.

Error Is Certainty's Constant Companion. Error Is The Corollary Of Evidence. And Anything Said About Truth May Equally Well Be Said About Error: The Delusion Will Be No Greater.