Anxiety Is Love's Greatest Killer. It Makes

I Hate Rarely, Though When I Hate, I Hate Murderously.

Gold Never Comes To The Dreamers - Except In Dreams.

All That Is Sacred And Taboo In The World Are Meaningless.

New York Has An Electronic Heart.

Too Late For Changes, Too Late Perhaps For Explanations And Ideological Webs, But The Love Goes On, The Love Goes On, Blind To Laws And Warnings And Even To Wisdom And To Fears. And Whatever That Love Is, Perhaps An Illusion Of A New Love, I Want It, I Cant Resist It, My Whole Being Melts In One Kiss, My Knowledge Melts, My Fears Melt, My Blood Dances, My Legs Open.