Truth Is A Woman. That Is Why

People Only See In Us The Contemptible Skirt-fever Which Rules Our Actions But Completely Miss The Beauty-hunger Underlying It.

Guilt Always Hurries Towards Its Complement, Punishment: Only There Does Its Satisfaction Lie.

Life, The Raw Material, Is Only Lived In Potentia Until The Artist Deploys It In His Work.

Shyness Has Laws You Can Only Give Yourself; Tragically To Those Who Least Understand.

Truth Disappears With The Telling Of It.