Love Is Now, Is Always. All That

It Is Because I Dove Into The Abyss That I Am Beginning To Love The Abyss I Am Made Of.

I Write And That Way Rid Myself Of Me And Then At Last I Can Rest.

I Write As If To Save Somebody’s Life. Probably My Own. Life Is A Kind Of Madness That Death Makes. Long Live The Dead Because We Live In Them.

Love Is So Much More Deadly Than I Had Thought, Love Is So Much Inherent As The Very Lack, And We Are Guaranteed By A Need To Be Renewed Continuously. Love Is Now, Is Forever. There Is Just The Blow Of Grace - Call It Passion.

I' Is Merely One Of The World's Instantaneous Spasms.