Man Is A Bird Without Wings And

I Know You Have Not Thought About It. Italians Always Act Without Thinking, It's The Glory And The Downfall Of Your Civilisation. A German Plans A Month In Advance What His Bowel Movements Will Be At Easter, And The British Plan Everything In Retrospect, So It Always Looks As Though Everything Occurred As They Intended. The French Plan Everything Whilst Appearing To Be Having A Party, And The Spanish...well, God Knows. Anyway, Pelagia Is Greek, That's My Point.

It Seems That Everyone Has Their Own Inexplicable Fear To Have Nightmares About. We Need Nightmares To Keep Ourselves Entertained, And Fend Off The Contentment That We All Fear And Abhor So Much.

Your Lips Are Like Sugar And Your Cheeks An Apple Your Breasts Are Paradise And Your Body A Lily. O, To Kiss The Sugar To Bite The Apple To Reveal Paradise And Open The Lily.

God Is An Oppressor, He Is Incapable Of Human Sympathy; Behind A Smiling Face He Hides An Evil Heart.

Love Is A Temporary Madness. It Erupts Like An Earthquake And Then Subsides.