Association With Human Beings Lures One Into

In A Way, You Are Poetry Material; You Are Full Of Cloudy Subtleties I Am Willing To Spend A Lifetime Figuring Out. Words Burst In Your Essence And You Carry Their Dust In The Pores Of Your Ethereal Individuality.

Evil Is Whatever Distracts.

Because Of Impatience We Were Driven Out [of Paradise]; Because Of Impatience We Cannot Return.

I Usually Solve Problems By Letting Them Devour Me.

There Sat I, A Faded Being, Under Faded Leaves.