Every Word Is Like An Unnecessary Stain

It's Impossible I Should Have A Mind And I Have One

The Reality Of The Individualis An Incoherent Reality And Must Be Expressed Incoherently.

The Memory Came Faint And Cold Of The Story I Might Have Told, A Story In The Likeness Of My Life, I Mean Without The Courage To End Or The Strength To Go On.

God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.

Two In Distressmake Sorrow Less.