In The Street, The Gaze Of Desire

If I Could Do My Life Over, I Would Try To Cleanse At Least My Pleasures Of Self-pity.

Everything Changes As It Is Written Down.

Call On Literary Convention, And It Will Gladly Tell Your Story For You.

Always Late: Thus I Make You The Prisoner Of My Freedom.

The Cues That Arouse Desire Are Changed By Fashion, But Feel Like The Proddings Of Nature.