To Live A Life Which Is A

Short As Life Is, We Make It Still Shorter By The Careless Waste Of Time.

There Exists, At The Bottom Of All Abasement And Misfortune, A Last Extreme Which Rebels And Joins Battle With The Forces Of Law And Respectability In A Desperate Struggle, Waged Partly By Cunning And Partly By Violence, At Once Sick And Ferocious, In Which It Attacks The Prevailing Social Order With The Pin-pricks Of Vice And The Hammer-blows Of Crime.

When I Speak To You About Myself, I Am Speaking To You About Yourself. How Is It You Don't See That?

Symmetry Is Tedious, And Tedium Is The Very Basis Of Mourning. Despair Yawns.

Another Story Must Begin!