What Does Not Change Is The Will

There Is A Grace Of Life Which Is Still Yours, My Dear Europe.

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.

Dead, Hung Up Indoors, The Kingfisher Will Not Indicate A Favoring Wind, Or Avert The Thunderbolt.

You Can Do Anything, Really. And That, L Think, Is One Of The Exciting Possibilities Of The Present, L Swear, Is The Possibility That The Goddamn Thing Can Be Modaled Throughout.