The Love Of Only One Man Or

I Stopped Loving My Father A Long Time Ago. What Remained Was The Slavery To A Pattern.

Analysis Does Not Take Into Account The Creative Products Of Neurotic Desires.

Worlds Self Made Are So Full Of Monsters And Demons.

The Earth Is Heavy And Opaque Without Dreams.

A Trite Word Is An Overused Word Which Has Lost Its Identity Like An Old Coat In A Second-hand Shop. The Familiar Grows Dull And We No Longer See, Hear, Or Taste It.