I Want To Be A Work Of

The Poet Is A Pretender. / He Pretends So Completely, / That He Even Pretends That It Is Pain / The Pain He Really Feels.

There Are No Norms. All People Are Exceptions To A Rule That Doesn’t Exist.

To Narrate Is To Create, For Living Is Just Being Lived.

There’s Enough Metaphysics In Not Thinking About Anything.

Every Spoken Word Double-crosses Us. The Written Word Is The Only Tolerable Form Of Communication, As It Isn't A Stone In A Bridge Between Souls But A Ray Of Light Between Stars.