Everything Ends With Flowers.

Meditation Needs No Results. Meditation Can Have Itself As An End, I Meditate Without Words And On Nothingness. What Tangles My Life Is Writing.

Explore The Idea Of What The Language That Women Speak Would Really Be Like If No One Were There To Correct Them.

Other-love Is Writing's First Name.

We Must Kill The False Woman Who Is Preventing The Live One From Breathing.

You Only Have To Look At The Medusa Straight On To See Her. And She's Not Deadly. She's Beautiful And She's Laughing.