A Maggot Must Be Born

Nature Has The Deep Cunning Which Hides Itself Under The Appearance Of Openness, So That Simple People Think They Can See Through Her Quite Well, And All The While She Is Secretly Preparing A Refutation Of Their Confident Prophecies.

What Are A Handful Of Reasonable Men Against A Crowd With Stones In Their Hands?

I Think I Dislike What I Don't Like More Than I Like What I Like.

I Carry My Unwritten Poems In Cipher On My Face!

What If My Words Were Meant For Deeds.