Art Begins In Imitation And Ends In

Confess To The Misdeeds You Cannot Hide.

One's Fetishes Are Fascinating, But Not Because Of Their Beauty Or Significance. The Same Could Be Said For One's Genitals, Or One's Children.

For Some, Bottles Of Liquor Gleam Like The Towers Of Eldorado.

Death Is Just Around The Corner. If Only It Would Stay There.

Some Subjects Come Up Suddenly In Our Speech And Cannot Be Silenced.