I See Myself As An Intelligent, Sensitive

Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union.

Sex Is Full Of Lies. The Body Tries To Tell The Truth. But, It's Usually Too Battered With Rules To Be Heard, And Bound With Pretenses So It Can Hardly Move. We Cripple Ourselves With Lies.

I've Always Thought Comparisons Were Useless And Ugly. It Is A Short Cut To Thinking.

Give Form To The Passing World. Freeways Are A Drama.

Film Spectators Are Quiet Vampires.