The Sacred Is Found Boring By Many

Strict Rules Of Evidence Would Destroy Psychoanalysis And Literary Criticism.

Something Is Sticking Out Its Tongue At Me From The Corner Of My Mirror.

I Keep Renaming My Motives, But Continue Doing The Same Things.

Addicts Turn Their Pleasures Into Vengeful Gods.

At Retirement, Switching From "i Must" To "i Want" Leaves Me Puzzled And Uneasy.