The Sovereign Being Is Burdened With A

In What Will Survive Me I Am In Harmony With My Annihilation.

Incredible Nervous State, Trepidation Beyond Words: To Be This Much In Love Is To Be Sick (and I Love To Be Sick).

Not Every Woman Is A Prostitute, But Prostitution Is The Natural Apotheosis Of The Feminine Attitude.

You Perhaps Now Know That Desire Reduces Us To Pulp.

A Man Who Finds Himself Among Others Is Irritated Because He Does Not Know Why He Is Not One Of The Others. In Bed Next To A Girl He Loves, He Forgets That He Does Not Know Why He Is Himself Instead Of The Body He Touches. Without Knowing It, He Suffers From The Mental Darkness That Keeps Him From Screaming That He Himself Is The Girl Who Forgets His Presence While Shuddering In His Arms.