The Startling Reality Of Things Is My

And As Well As I Dream, I Reason If I Want, For That's Just Another Kind Of Dream.

The Beauty Of A Naked Body Is Felt Only By The Dressed Races.

To Live Strikes Me As A Metaphysical Mistake Of Matter, A Dereliction Of Inaction.

Yes, Talking To People Makes Me Sleepy.

As We Wash Our Body So We Should Wash Destiny, Change Life As We Change Clothes.