It Seems, After All That There Are

Art Is Order, Made Out Of The Chaos Of Life.

No Realistic, Sane Person Goes Around Chicago Without Protection.

Conquered People Tend To Be Witty.

Erotic Practices Have Become Diversified. Sex Used To Be A Single-crop Farming, Like Cotton Or Wheat; Now People Raise All Kinds Of Things.

At Moments I Dislike Having A Face, A Nose, Lips, Because He Has Them.