Time Is The School In Which We

What Was The Freedom To Which The Adult Human Being Rose In The Morning, If Each Act Was Held Back Or Inspired By The Overpowering Ghost Of A Little Child?

Literature Doesn't Matter! The Only Thing That Matters Is Money And Getting Your Teeth Fixed!

Literary Party: A Traffic Jam Of The Lost Waiting For The Ferry Across The Styx.

At The Moment I'm So Exhausted That I Feel Like Cutting My Throat, So The Next News Masy Well Be That I Am Across The River And Under The Trees: What Is The Meaning And Purpose Of Life? Death.

I Am Of Russian-jewish Distraction.