A President Cannot Meaningfully Honor Certain Token

What Kind Of Beast Would Turn Its Life Into Words?

In The Interstices Of Language Lie Powerful Secrets Of The Culture.

I Am The Androgyne, I Am The Living Mind You Fail To Describe In Your Dead Language The Lost Noun, The Verb Surviving Only In The Infinitive The Letters Of My Name Are Written Under The Lids Of The Newborn Child

Whatever Happens With Us, Your Body Will Haunt Mine

I Keep Coming Back To You In My Head, But You Couldn't Know That, And I Have No Carbons.