Truth Is What Most Contradicts Itself.

No History Much? Perhaps. Only This Ominous Dark Beauty Flowering Under Veils, Trapped In The Spectrum Of A Dying Style: A Village Like An Instinct Left To Rust, Composed Around The Echo Of A Pistol-shot.

The Appalling Thing Is The Degree Of Charity Women Are Capable Of. You See It All The Time... Love Lavished On Absolute Fools. Love's A Charity Ward, You Know.

Very Few People Realise That Sex Is A Psychic And Not A Physical Act. The Clumsy Coupling Of Human Beings Is Simply A Biological Paraphrase Of This Truth - A Primitive Method Of Introducing Minds To Each Other, Engaging Them. But Most People Are Stuck In The Physical Aspect, Unaware Of The Poetic Rapport Which It So Clumsily Tries To Teach.

Music Is Only Love Looking For Words.

What Are Stars But Points In The Body Of God Where We Insert The Healing Needles Of Our Terror And Longing?