Death Is A New Office

All Beauty, Resonance, Integrity, Exist By Deprivation Or Logic Of Strange Position.

Much That Is Beautiful Must Be Discarded So That We May Resemble A Taller Impression Of Ourselves.

It Is Written In The Book Of Usable Minutes That All Things Have Their Center In Their Dying.

Silly Girls Your Heads Full Of Boys

How Funny Your Name Would Be If You Could Follow It Back To Where The First Person Thought Of Saying It, Naming Himself That, Or Maybe Some Other Persons Thought Of It And Named That Person. It Would Be Like Following A River To Its Source, Which Would Be Impossible. Rivers Have No Source.