Atlantis Will Rise Again.

Whatever You Have To Say, Leave The Roots On, Let Them Dangle And The Dirt Just To Make Clear Where They Come From.

Love Is Form, And Cannot Be Without Important Substance

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass