I Cannot Exist Without The

The Artist Who Really Loves People Loves Them So Well The Way They Are He Sees No Need To Disguise Their Characteristics-he Loves Them Whole, Without Retouching. Yet The Word Used For This Unqualifying Affection Is 'cynicism'.

You Woke In The Morning With The Weight Of Doom On Your Head. You Lay With Eyes Shut Wondering Why You Dreaded The Day; Was It A Debt, Was It A Lost Love? -and Then You Remembered The Nightmare....this Was No Time For Beauty, For Love, Or Private Future....there Was No Future; Everyone Waited, Marked Time, Waited. For What?

For A Genius To Be A Genius, He Must Have A Selfless Slave Between Himself And The World.

I Cannot Exist Without The Oxygen Of Laughter.

Rage Swept Over Her At Being Young, Young And Little, As If Some Evil Fairy Had Put That Spell On Her. Why Must You Be Locked Up In This Dreadful Cage Of Childhood For Twenty Or A Hundred Years? Nothing In Life Was Possible Unless You Were Old And Rich, Until Then You Were Only Small And Futile Before Your Tormentors, Desperately Waiting For The Release That Only Years Could Bring.