Men Always Fear Things Which Move By

Try To Hold On To Youth And It Mocks You While It Sprints Away.

I Live In An Apocalyptic Dream. My Steps Fit Into It So Precisely That I Fear Most Of All I Will Grow Bored Reliving The Thing So Exactly.

If We Define Futurism As An Exploration Beyond Accepted Limits, Then The Nature Of Limiting Systems Becomes The First Object Of Exploration.

Parting With Friends Is A Sadness. A Place Is Only A Place.

The Summer Night Comes Brooding Down On Earth, As Love Comes Brooding Down On Human Hearts, With Bliss That Hath No Utterance Save Rich Tears. She Floats In Fragrance Down The Smiling Dark, Foldeth A Kiss Upon The Lips Of Life-- Curtaineth Into Rest The Weary World-- And Shuts Us In With All Our Hid Delights.