Literary Party: A Traffic Jam Of The

How Could I Think The Brief Years Were Enough To Prove The Reality Of Endless Love?

Even Paranoids Have Real Enemies.

Literary Party: A Traffic Jam Of The Lost Waiting For The Ferry Across The Styx.

I Am A Book I Neither Wrote Nor Read.

How The False Truths Of The Years Of Youth Have Passed!have Passed At Full Speed Like Trains Which Never Stoppedthere Where I Stood And Waited, Hardly Aware,how Little I Knew, Or Which Of Them Was The Oneto Mount And Ride To Hope Or Where True Hope Arrives.