Fruitless Striving Breeds Less Despair

My Mind No Longer Has Romantic Abysses, But Has Become Shallow, With Many Little Gaps And Cracks.

Which Is The Supplement? Fantasy Or Daily Routine?

The Mind Scolds The Heart, Which Makes Excuses And Goes Its Own Way.

Go Ahead And Voice Your Criticisms, But Don't Expect To Be Invited Back.

After A Moment Of Shrinking Back, We Domesticate The Grotesque.