Literary Party: A Traffic Jam

O Your Life, Your Lonely Lifewhat Have You Ever Done With It,and Done With The Great Gift Of Consciousness?what Will You Ever Do Before Death's Knifeprovides The Answer Ultimate And Appropriate?as I For My Part Felt In My Heart As One Who Falls,falls In A Parachute, Falls Endlessly, And Feels The Vastdraft Of The Abyss Sucking Him Down And Down,an Endlessly Helplessly Falling And Appalled Clown:this Is The Way The Night Passes By, Thisis The Overnight Endless Trip To The Famous Unfathomable Abyss.

How Could I Think The Brief Years Were Enough To Prove The Reality Of Endless Love?

Love Is The Most Difficult And Dangerous Form Of Courage. Courage Is The Most Desperate, Admirable And Noble Kind Of Love.

Literary Party: A Traffic Jam Of The Lost Waiting For The Ferry Across The Styx.

I Am A Book I Neither Wrote Nor Read.