In The End We Always Wear Out

The Soil Of A Man’s Heart Is Stonier; A Man Grows What He Can And Tends It.

Resistance To Change Is Proportional To How Much The Future Might Be Altered By Any Given Act.

The Look Of The Sky As The Day's Blue Blood Runs Out Of Its Cheek.

... Suicide Gets In The Air Sometimes. Like A Cold Germ.

Forced To Define 'irrational Subconscious,' I Would Say That It Is A Small Padded Room Inside All Of Us, Where The Only Furnishing Is A Small Card Table, And The Only Thing On The Card Table Is A Revolver Loaded With Flexible Bullets.