Well, I Think Writing Is Basically About

On The Surface We All Act Like We All Love Each Other And We're Free And Easy, And Actually We're Far More Moralistic Than Any Other Society I've Ever Lived In.

A Language Is The Appearances Of Connections Therefore Language As In Writing Doesn't Express Anything: It Creates.

One Of The Most Destructive Forces In The World Is Love. For The Following Reason: The World Is A Conglomeration Of Objects, No, Of Events And The Approachings Of Events Towards Objects, Therefore Of Becoming Stases Static Stagnant, Of All That Is Unreal. You Get In The World, You Get Your Daily Life Your Routine Doesn’t Matter If You’re Rich Poor Legal Illegal, You Begin To Believe What Doesn’t Change Is Real, And Love Comes Along And Shows All These Unchangeable For Ever Fixtures To Be Flimsy Paper Bits. Love Can Tear Anything To Shreds.

Every One-night-stand Or Man In A One-night-stand Is Like Every Other One-night-stand Or Man In A One-night-stand Because The Sex In A One-night-stand Is Without Time And Only Time Allows Value.

After Hatuey, A Fifteenth-century Indian Insurrectionist, Had Been Fixed To The Stake, His Spanish Captors Extended Him The Choice Of Converting To Christianity And Ascending To Heaven Of Going Unrepentantly To Hell. Gathering That His Executioners Expected To Go To Heaven, Hatuey Chose The Other