In A Certain Sense You

The Messiah Will Only Come When He Is No Longer Needed.

I Lack Nothing. I Only Needed Myself.

I Passed By The Brothel As Though Past The House Of A Beloved.

The Worries That Are The Burden Of Which The Privileged Person Makes An Excuse In Dealing With The Oppressed Person Are In Fact The Worries About Preserving His Privileged Condition.

Written Kisses Don't Reach Their Destination, Rather They Are Drunk On The Way By The Ghosts.