To An Artist A Metaphor

There Are Essential And Inessential Insanities. The Later Are Solar In Character, The Former Are Linked To The Moon.

She Continued Weeping Until The Heat Of Her Tear Water, The Sheer Velocity Of Its Flow, Finally Obscured The Already Vague Circumstances Of Its Origins.

The Ultimate End Of Any Ideology Is Totalitarianism.

It Is Better To Be Small, Colorful, Sexy, Careless, And Peaceful.

Human Folly Does Not Impede The Turning Of The Stars.