There Is An Objective Reality

I Am An Emotional Plagiarist, Stealing Other People's Pain, Subsuming It Into My Own Until I Can't Remember Whose It Is Any More.

What I Sometimes Mistake For Ecstasy Is Simply The Absence Of Grief.

Once You Have Perceived That Life Is Very Cruel, The Only Response Is To Live With As Much Humanity, Humour And Freedom As You Can.

I Feel Like I’m Eighty Years Old. I’m Tired Of Life And My Mind Wants To Die.

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass In Accident Time Where There Are No Accidents You Have No Choice The Choice Comes After