Tears Do Not Burn Except In Solitude.

Melancholy: An Appetite No Misery Satisfies.

Torment, For Some Men, Is A Need, An Appetite, And An Accomplishment.

Democracy: A Festival Of Mediocrity.

How Easy It Is To Be "deep": All You Have To Do Is Let Yourself Sink Into Your Own Flaws.

Maniacs Of Procreation, Bipeds With Devalued Faces, We Have Lost All Appeal For Each Other.