Intuition Is Often Mistaken, But Not Altogether.

New York Loves Itself In An Unkind And Fanatical Way.

My Obsessions Used To Be My Protectors, But Now They Have Taken Me Prisoner.

I Am Open-minded On All Questions I Care Nothing About.

Minds Will Wander Even During The Last Judgment.

Guilt Stirs Me, But Only To Self-pity.