The Earth Swirls Down Through The Ominous

And There Shall Be A Flame-green Daybreak Soon. And Love Itself Will Cry For Insurrection! For Tomorrow Is Also A Day - And Titus Has Entered His Stronghold.

Oh How I Hate People!

As I See It, Life Is An Effort To Grip Before They Slip Through One's Fingers And Slide Into Oblivion, The Startling, The Ghastly Or The Blindingly Exquisite Fish Of The Imagination Before They Whip Away On The Endless Current And Are Lost For Ever In Oblivion's Black Ocean.

Noon, Ripe As Thunder And Silent As Thought, Had Fled Unfingered.

I Am Clever Enough To Know That I Am Clever.