We Don't Have A Language For The

Poverty Is The Great Reality. That Is Why The Artist Seeks It.

We Sit On The Kitchen Exchanging These Diabolical Outgrowths Of Overfertile Minds.

In Every Relationship, Sooner Or Later, There Is A Court Scene. Accusations, Counter-accusations, A Trial, A Verdict.

When I First Met Him, He Did Not Care If A Friend Did Not Fit Into His World, Because At That Time His World Had Not Been Born Yet.

Since Desire Always Goes Towards That Which Is Our Direct Opposite, It Forces Us To Love That Which Will Make Us Suffer.