Let Us Sculpt In Hopeless Silence All

I Sometimes Think That I Enjoy Suffering. But The Truth Is I Would Prefer Something Else.

Property Isn't Theft: It's Nothing.

I’m Losing My Taste For Everything, Including Even My Taste For Finding Everything Tasteless.

The Poet Is A Pretender. / He Pretends So Completely, / That He Even Pretends That It Is Pain / The Pain He Really Feels.

I Crave Time In All Its Duration, And I Want To Be Myself Unconditionally.