Power May Be At The End Of

In Reviewing My Life, In Tracing Its Course, I Fill My Cell With The Pleasure Of Being What For Want Of A Trifle I Failed To Be, Recapturing, So That I May Hurl Myself Into Them As Into Dark Pits, Those Moments When I Strayed Through The Trap-ridden Compartments Of A Subterranean Sky

Ah Those Knock-out Body Fluids: Blood, Sperm, Tears!

Men Endowed With A Wild Imagination Should Have, In Addition, The Great Poetic Faculty Of Denying Our Universe And Its Values So That They May Act Upon It With Sovereign Ease.

When The Judge Calls The Criminal's Name Out He Stands Up, And They Are Immediately Linked By A Strange Biology That Makes Them Both Opposite And Complementary. The One Cannot Exist Without The Other. Which Is The Sun And Which Is The Shadow? It's Well Known Some Criminals Have Been Great Men.

They Spent Their Time Doing Nothing... They Let Intimacy Fuse Them.