Soon, Nostalgia Will Be Another Name For

We Must All Make Do With The Rags Of Love We Find Flapping On The Scarecrow Of Humanity.

I Should Have Liked To Have Had Him Beside Me In A Glass Coffin, So That I Could Watch Him All The Time And He Would Not Have Been Able To Get Away From Me.

Ordered Me A Sky From A Florist

How Far Does A Pretence Of Feeling, Maintained With Absolute Conviction, Become Authentic?

Reciprocity Of Sensation Is Not Possible Because To Share Is To Be Robbed.