If You Own A Rug You Own

Ah, You Always Go For The Ones Who Don't Really Want You

-no Girl Had Ever Moved Me With A Story Of Spiritual Suffering And So Beautifully Her Soul Showing Out Radiant As An Angel Wandering In Hell And The Hell The Selfsame Streets I'd Roamed In Watching, Watching For Someone Just Like Her And Never Dreaming The Darkness And The Mystery And Eventuality Of Our Meeting In Eternity.

Genius Gives Birth, Talent Delivers. What Rembrandt Or Van Gogh Saw In The Night Can Never Be Seen Again.

And Still The Void Is Still And'll Never Move - But I Will Be The Void, Moving Without Having Moved.

I Suddenly Discovered The Delight Of Rebellion.