I Tried Self-sacrifice A Couple Of Times

Fear Of My Cruel Impulses Makes Me Kind.

Virtue Sometimes Pretends. Vice Is Always Sincere.

Nostalgia Keeps Dissolving The Ironic Narratives In Which I Have Contained My Past.

Your Flattery Is As Full Of Contempt As Your Insults Were.

To Understand A Literary Style, Consider What It Omits.