Pain Is The World. I Don't Have

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.

I Am A Limitless Series Of Natural Disasters And All Of These Disasters Have Been Unnaturally Repressed.

Dreams Are Manifestations Of Identities.

I'm Very Staid Compared To My Students, Actually.

Love Goes Away When Your Mind Goes Away And Then You're Someone Else.