No One Can Crave What

Most Men Are Not Wicked... They Are Sleep-walkers, Not Evil Evildoers.

In A Way, You Are Poetry Material; You Are Full Of Cloudy Subtleties I Am Willing To Spend A Lifetime Figuring Out. Words Burst In Your Essence And You Carry Their Dust In The Pores Of Your Ethereal Individuality.

All I Am Is Literature, And I Am Not Able Or Willing To Be Anything Else.

Sleep Is The Most Innocent Creature There Is And A Sleepless Man The Most Guilty.

The Indestructible Is One: It Is Each Individual Human Being And, At The Same Time, It Is Common To All, Hence The Incomparably Indivisible Union That Exists Between Human Beings.