What Do I Care About Jupiter? Justice

I Have No Need For Good Souls: An Accomplice Is What I Wanted.

What The Painter Adds To The Canvas Are The Days Of His Life. The Adventure Of Living, Hurtling Toward Death.

I Was Escaping From Nature And At Last Becoming Myself, That Other Whom I Was Aspiring To Be In The Eyes Of Others.

It Is Better; Heavier, Crueler. The Mouth You Wear For Hell.

Nothingness Haunts Being.