The More One Is Hated, I Find,

Living, Just By Itself - What A Dirge That Is! Life Is A Classroom And Boredom's The Usher, There All The Time To Spy On You.

A God Who Counts Minutes And Pennies, A Desperate Sensual God, Who Grunts Like A Pig. A Pig With Golden Wings, Who Falls And Falls, Always Belly Side Up, Ready For Caresses, That’s Him, Our Master. Come, Kiss Me.

Life Is Filigree Work. What Is Written Clearly Is Not Worth Much, It's The Transparency That Counts.

There Are Certain Advantages In Being Cursed By All And Sundry ... Especially, It Dispenses You With Having To Be Nice To Anybody ... There's Nothing More Emollient, Stultifying, Emasculating Than Wanting To Be Liked ... "not Nice!" ... That Does It, You're Free!.

Reason Died In 1914, November 1914 ... After That Everybody Began To Rave.