I Don’t Like Animals. It’s

We Should Have Thought Of It When The World Was Young, In The Nineties.

The Time-state Of Attainment Eliminates So Accurately The Time-state Of Aspiration, That The Actual Seems The Inevitable, And, All Conscious Intellectual Effort To Reconstitute The Invisible And Unthinkable As A Reality Being Fruitless, We Are Incapable Of Appreciating Our Joy By Comparing It With Our Sorrow.

We Have Time To Grow Old. The Air Is Full Of Our Cries. But Habit Is A Great Deadener.

Dear Incomprehension, It's Thanks To You I'll Be Myself, In The End.

Imagination At Wit's End Spreads Its Sad Wings.