Fact Is Based Upon Vulgar Matter.

We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

The Body Whips The Soul. In Its Great Desire It Demands The Elixir In The Roar Of Spring, Transmutations.

Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It Nice?

Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I Wake Up.

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.