Tears And Laughter, They Are So Much

Birth Was The Death Of Him.

I Have Nothing But Wastes And Wilds Of Self-translation Before Me For Many Miserable Months To Come.

It Is Suicide To Be Abroad. But What It Is To Be At Home, ... What It Is To Be At Home? A Lingering Dissolution.

Lick Your Neighbor As Yourself!

I Asked Her To Look At Me And After A Few Moments - (pause) - After A Few Moments She Did, But The Eyes Just Slits, Because Of The Glare I Bent Over Her To Get Them In The Shadow And They Opened. (pause. Low) Let Me In.