The Truth Is Most Women Are Weak,

Whipping Is Fifty Percent Show And Noise.

All The Mortal World Is A Lethal Enemy During Those Hours Between Dawn And Dusk.

One Moment The World Is As It Is. The Next, It Is Something Entirely Different. Something It Has Never Been Before.

How Could Anyone Love Him? What Did You Just Tell Me Yourself About The World? Don't You See, Everybody Hates God Now. It's Not That God Is Dead In The Twentieth Century. It's That Everybody Hates Him! At Least I Think So.

I Felt Ravaged, And With Both Hands In A Fantasy I Reached Out For Her Figure As We Ran Together Through The Meadow Which Belonged Only To Us And To Which These Others Could Never Be Admitted."oh, Inocent Love," She Said Even As She Drank From Me, "oh, Innocent Innocent Love."