Everything Solid Was First An Idea.

Poetry Is A Subset Of A Cosmos, Which In Itself, Is A Poem.

It's Weird How People Who Are The Least Close To Me Or Who've Never Even Met Me Purport To Be Experts On The Real Me; And Then, Sadly, There Are Those Who Could Be In Touch With Me But Prefer To Gossip With Strangers About Me Instead.

Remembrance Of Our Kiss Brings Not Your Lips Nor Mine To Mind. The Flesh Can Only Envy Consumption So Divine.

Truth May Sometimes Hurt, But Delusion Harms.

Style Of The Future Is The Convergence Of Function And Fashion.