Gin And Drugs, Dear Lady, Gin And

To Become What You Are Not, Behave As You Do Not.

Where Shall The Word Be Found, Where Will The Word / Resound? Not Here, There Is Not Enough Silence.

The Single Rose Is Now The Garden Where All Loves End

The More Perfect The Artist, The More Completely Separate In Him Will Be The Man Who Suffers And The Mind Which Creates.

Humankind Cannot Bear Very Much Reality.