Only The Most Lucid Can See Their

Contempt For Others, Like Masturbation, Is Best As A Secret Pleasure.

Vice Is A Dreary Business. And Virtue Is Not A Lot Of Fun, Either.

Money Is To My Social Existence What Health Is To My Body.

My Intentions Go One Way, My Desires Another. Thus I Feel Both Self-indulgent And Deprived.

Something Is Sticking Out Its Tongue At Me From The Corner Of My Mirror.