I Pause To Record That I Feel

Dear Incomprehension, It's Thanks To You I'll Be Myself, In The End.

It's A Rare Thing Not To Have Been Bonny-- Once.

You Are Not Satisfied Unless Form Is So Strictly Divorced From Content That You Can Comprehend The One Without Almost Without Bothering To Read The Other.

That Desert Of Loneliness And Recrimination That Men Call Love.

What Is More True Than Anything Else? To Swim Is True And To Sink Is True. One Cannot Speak Any More Of Being, One Must Speak Onlyof The Mess.