I Suppose The Word "unbearable" Is A

We Go To The Past To Lay The Blame - Since The Past Can't Argue. We Go To Our Past Selves To Account For Our Present Miseries.

I'm In Love, Truly, Madly, Deeply In Love With Perception.

Bliss Defies Description, Obviously, Since It Annihilates You, Since You're Not There To Experience It. You Get The Lead-up And The Come-down, Never The Zenith.

The First Horror Is There's Horror. The Second Is You Accommodate It.

I Hated The Words. Each One Was Like A Big Live Insect In My Mouth.