Now I Am Sober And There's Only

Either Give Me More Wine Or Leave Me Alone.

When Soul Rises Into Lips You Feel The Kiss You Have Wanted

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

Outside Ideas Of Right Doing And Wrong Doing There Is A Field. I'll Meet You There.

Darkness Is Your Candle. Your Boundaries Are Your Quest.