I Don't Think Life Is

Goldstein, You'd Be A Pretty Good Boy If You Wasn't So Chicken.

I Guess All That's Left Is To Love The Fire.

Is One Human? Or Merely Alive? Like A Blade Of Grass Equal To All Existance In The Moment It Is Torn? Yes. If Pain Is Fundament, Then A Blade Of Grass Can Know All There Is.

The Women's Movement Is Filled With Tyrants, Just As Men's Political Movements Are Equally Filled.

I'm Hostile To Men, I'm Hostile To Women, I'm Hostile To Cats, To Poor Cockroaches, I'm Afraid Of Horses.