To Withhold From Living Is To Die

We Have Been Poisoned By Fairy Tales.

The Truly Faithless One Is The One Who Makes Love To Only A Fraction Of You. And Denies The Rest.

This Diary Is My Kief, Hashish And Opium Pipe. This Is My Drug And My Vice.

Life Is A Process Of Becoming, A Combination Of States We Have To Go Through. Where People Fail Is That They Wish To Elect A State And Remain In It. This Is A Kind Of Death.

Will You Come Down And Kiss Me Good Night?