I Am Clever Enough To Know That

Lingering Is So Very Lonely When One Lingers All Alone.

What Is Time... That You Speak Of It So Subserviently? Are We To Be The Slaves Of The Sun, That Second-hand, Overrated Knob Of Gilt, Or Of His Sister, That Fatuous Circle Of Silver Paper? A Curse Upon Their Ridiculous Dictatorship!

He Had No Longer Any Need For Home, For He Carried His Gormenghast Within Him. All That He Sought Was Jostling Within Himself. He Had Grown Up. What A Boy Had Set Out To Seek A Man Had Found, Found By The Act Of Living.

The Earth Swirls Down Through The Ominous Moons Of Preconsidered Generations.

I Want A Lot To Eat, I'm Going To Think Today.