Alex Like Groweth Up, Oh

When The State Withers, Humanity Flowers.

All Human Life Is Here, But The Holy Ghost Seems To Be Somewhere Else.

Ignorance And Poverty Are The Best Condiments For The Great Feast Of The World, But The Inexperienced And Poor Are Never Invited To It.

Life Is A Wretched Gray Saturday, But It Has To Be Lived Through.

I Think Art Is Sublimated Libido. You Can’t Be A Eunuch Priest, And You Can’t Be A Eunuch Artist.