To Think Is To Be Sick.

We Are But Skin About A Wind, With Muscles Clenched Against Mortality.

I Talk Too Much Because I Have Been Made So Miserable By What You Are Keeping Hushed.

I Can Draw And Write, And You'd Be Foolish Not To Hire Me.

In The Acceptance Of Depravity The Sense Of The Past Is Most Truly Captured. What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance? Corruption Is The Age Of Time.

No One Will Be Much Or Little Except In Someone Else's Mind, So Be Careful Of The Minds You Get Into.