I Tried Good Taste, But The Strain

Civilization Creates Discontents; Barbarism Creates Quick Endings.

Sex And Writing Live On Playful Cruelties.

Originality Finds The Unexpected But Inevitable Next Step.

To Avoid Taking Responsibility, I Become Unresponsive But Hang On Until The Other Person Leaves Me.

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.