One Must Fight To Get To The

First Impressions Are Always Unreliable.

In A Certain Sense The Good Is Comfortless.

I Can't Feel A Thing; All Mournful Petal Storms Are Dancing Inside The Very Private Spring Of My Head.

I’m Doing Badly, I’m Doing Well; Whichever You Prefer.

In The Struggle Between Yourself And The World Second The World.