I Am My Own Muse.

Tragedy Is The Most Ridiculous Thing.

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence

I Am That Clumsy Human, Always Loving, Loving, Loving. And Loving. And Never Leaving.

I Hope The Exit Is Joyful And I Hope Never To Return.

Can One Invent Verbs? I Want To Tell You One: I Sky You, So My Wings Extend So Large To Love You Without Measure.