In Love, Self-love Is Always At Risk.

I Cling To Depression, Thinking It A Form Of Truth.

Death Is Hacking Away At My Address Book And Party Lists.

Boredom Strives To Detach, But Finds Itself Stuck.

Aphorisms Have Never Seduced Anybody, But They Have Fooled Some Into Considering Themselves Worldly-wise.

Retirement Is A One-way Trip To Insignificance.