Sexual Intercourse... A Joyous, Joyous,

Our Love Of Each Other Was Like Two Long Shadows Kissing Without Hope Of Reality.

I Postpone Death By Living, By Suffering, By Error, By Risking, By Giving, By Losing.

I Take Pleasure In My Transformations. I Look Quiet And Consistent, But Few Know How Many Women There Are In Me.

I Want To Hear Raucous Music, To See Faces, To Brush Against Bodies, To Drink Fiery Benedictine. Beautiful Women And Handsome Men Arouse Fierce Desires In Me. I Want To Dance. I Want Drugs. I Want To Know Perverse People, To Be Intimate With Them. I Never Look At Naive Faces. I Want To Bite Into Life, And To Be Torn By It.

Guilt Is The One Burden Human Beings Can't Bear Alone.