It’s Only With Great Vulgarity That You

It Is Not Peace We Seek But Meaning.

I Have Been Thinking About The Girl I Met Last Night In The Mirror: Dark On The Marble-ivory White: Glossy Black Hair: Deep Suspiring Eyes In Which One's Glances Sink Because They Are Nervous, Curious, Turned To Sexual Curiosity.

But I Love To Feel Events Overlapping Each Other, Crawling Over One Another Like Wet Crabs In A Basket

Prohibitions Create The Desire They Were Intended To Cure.

Religion Is Simply Art Bastardized Out Of All Recognition.