Anger Is A Wound Gone Mad.

Everything Solid Was First An Idea.

Love Is Not Blind. Love Sees What Is Most True

The Body Knows No Pain, Not Like The Soul. At Least A Nerve Has Limits, A Body Part A Name. But The Soul... The Soul... There Is No Bandage - Even Crying Is In Vain.

I Became A Total Yes. We Don't Even Have Names Anymore.

Your Mouth On Mine Our Bridge To Cross And Serve Where We Would Go. Utopia Of Sensations The Flesh Could Never Know.