My Parents Wanted Me To Solace Them

The Soul Is No Longer Honored As It Once Was, But It Still Keeps Appetite From Being The Measure Of All Things.

Always Late: Thus I Make You The Prisoner Of My Freedom.

The Banker Rubs His Nose, Thinking Of His Cat Stalking Something On The Lawn.

Intelligence Without Power Cannibalizes Itself.

I Create My Social Existence By Earning And Spending.