Every Doorway, Every Intersection Has A Story.

It Is Coincidence, I Decide, And I Am Getting Old And Batty, Thinking The Universe Revolves Around Me.

Only A Lunatic Would Want To Be President. These Lunatics Are Created Deliberately By Those Who Wish To Be Presided Over.

They Thought To Use And Shame Me But I Win Out By Nature, Because A True Freak Cannot Be Made. A True Freak Must Be Born.

I Think That It's Really Important To Go Away And Come Back.

Suddenly The Staggering Love Bursts Away From Me Like Milk From A Smashed Glass.