You Know What Lies Are For.

A Million Years Of Evolution, Eric Said Bitterly, And What Are We? Animals.

Like A Cat I Have Nine Times To Die.

So Much Working, Reading, Thinking, Living To Do. A Lifetime Is Not Long Enough. Nor Youth To Old Age Long Enough. Immortality And Permanence Be Damned. Sure I Want Them, But They Are Nonexistent, And Won't Matter When I Rot Underground. All I Want To Say Is: I Made The Best Of A Mediocre Job. It Was A Good Fight While It Lasted. And So Life Goes.

Go Out And Do Something. It Isn’t Your Room That’s A Prison, It’s Yourself.

And I Am Aware Of My Heart: It Opens And Closes Its Bowl Of Red Blooms Out Of Sheer Love Of Me.