If I Relegate Impossible Salvation To The

There May Be More Beautiful Times, But This One Is Ours.

Nothingness Lies Coiled In The Heart Of Being - Like A Worm.

I Have Changed As Everyone Changes: Within A Permanency.

He Was Free, Free In Every Way, Free To Behave Like A Fool Or A Machine, Free To Accept, Free To Refuse, Free To Equivocate; To Marry, To Give Up The Game, To Drag This Death Weight About With Him For Years To Come. He Could Do What He Liked, No One Had The Right To Advise Him, There Would Be For Him No Good Or Evil Unless He Thought Them Into Being.

I Wanted My Own Words. But The Ones I Use Have Dragged Through I Don't Know How Many Consciences.