I've Held A Brain In My Hands,

I've Never Worked Where It Was Hard To Be Gay. Besides, Being Gay Is A Spectacular Irrelevance To Getting On With Your Life.

A Soul Of Water A Soul Of Stone. A Soul By Name A Soul Unknown. The Hours Unmake Our Flesh Our Bone. The Soul Is All And All Alone!

Wherever I Go, I Will Speak Of You With Love.

Spring, If It Lingers More Than A Week Beyond Its Span, Starts To Hunger For Summer To End The Days Of Perpetual Promise. Summer In Its Turn Soon Begins To Sweat For Something To Quench Its Heat, And The Mellowest Of Autumns Will Tire Of Gentility At Last, And Ache For A Quick Sharp Frost To Kill Its Fruitfulness. Even Winter — The Hardest Season, The Most Implacable — Dreams, As February Creeps On, Of The Flame That Will Presently Melt It Away. Everything Tires With Time, And Starts To Seek Some Opposition, To Save It From Itself.

Mutilation Is The Badge That Can Never Be Taken Off, And Sets Us Apart From All Others. Pain Is Important To The Bonding-a Physical Horror That Bonds Us Ever Tighter To All Those Who Have Partaken. The Intensity Of The Experience Helps To Widen The Gulf Between Us And Those Who Have Not Shared.