This Diary Is My Kief, Hashish And

The Unconscious Can Become Destructive If It Is Disregarded And Thwarted.

You Are The Poet, You Walk Inside My Dreams.

I Love The Abstract, Delicate, Profound, Vague, Voluptuously Wordless Sensation Of Living Ecstatically.

Truth Is Something Which Can't Be Told In A Few Words. Those Who Simplify The Universe Only Reduce The Expansion Of Its Meaning.

Life Is What We Make It, Always Has Been, Always Will Be...including Our Perception. Of It