You Are Done For - A Living

Life Is Merely A Fracas On An Unmapped Terrain, And The Universe A Geometry Stricken With Epilepsy.

By What Aberration Has Suicide, The Only Truly Normal Action, Become The Attribute Of The Flawed?

How Good Would It Be If One Could Die By Throwing Oneself Into An Infinite Void.

You Cannot Protect Your Solitude If You Cannot Make Yourself Odious.

Whenever I Happen To Be In A City Of Any Size, I Marvel That Riots Do Not Break Out Everyday: Massacres, Unspeakable Carnage, A Doomsday Chaos. How Can So Many Human Beings Coexist In A Space So Confined Without Hating Each Other To Death?