Why Do You Insist Upon Destroying Yourself?

The Human Body Is Mostly Blood And Mystery And Sadness.

You've Got To Rise From The Floor Alone Or Fall Back Alone.

Some Moments Are Nice, Some Are Nicer, Some Are Even Worth Writing About.

Censorship Is The Tool Of Those Who Have The Need To Hide Actualities From Themselves And From Others. Their Fear Is Only Their Inability To Face What Is Real, And I Can't Vent Any Anger Against Them. I Only Feel This Appalling Sadness. Somewhere, In Their Upbringing, They Were Shielded Against The Total Facts Of Our Existence. They Were Only Taught To Look One Way When Many Ways Exist.

That’s When I First Learned That It Wasn’t Enough To Just Do Your Job, You Had To Have An Interest In It, Even A Passion For It.