There's No Tyrant Like A Brain.

The Plain Truth, I May As Well Admit It, Is That I've Never Been Really Right In The Head.

In The Kitchens Of Love, After All, Vice Is Like The Pepper In A Good Sauce; It Brings Out The Flavor, It’s Indispensable.

Truth Is A Pain Which Will Not Stop. And The Truth Of This World Is To Die. You Must Choose: Either Dying Or Lying. Personally, I Have Never Been Able To Kill Myself

A God Who Counts Minutes And Pennies, A Desperate Sensual God, Who Grunts Like A Pig. A Pig With Golden Wings, Who Falls And Falls, Always Belly Side Up, Ready For Caresses, That’s Him, Our Master. Come, Kiss Me.

I Was A Hundred-percent Sick, I Felt As If I Had No Further Use For My Legs, They Just Hung Over The Edge Of My Bed Like Unimportant And Rather Ridiculous Objects.