Wipe Your Glosses With What You Know.

You Can Still Die When The Sun Is Shining.

The Romantic Temper, So Often And So Grievously Misinterpreted And Not More By Others Than By Its Own, Is An Insecure, Unsatisfied, And Impatient Temper Which Sees No Fit Abode Here For Its Ideals And Chooses Therefore To Behold Them Under Insensible Figures. As A Result Of This Choice It Comes To Disregard Certain Limitations. Its Figures Are Blown To Wild Adventures, Lacking The Gravity Of Solid Bodies, And The Mind That Has Conceived Them Ends By Disowning Them.

Masturbation! The Amazing Availability Of It!

I Am, A Stride At A Time. A Very Short Space Of Time Through Very Short Time Of Space.

Heart Of My Heart, Were It More, More Would Be Laid At Your Feet.