Prudence Does Not Save Us,

Sometimes I Discover I Have Changed My Mind Because I Have Forgotten What I Used To Think.

The Language Of Pornography Is Abusive, That Of Romance Adoring. Both Are Addressed To A Fetish.

I Cling To Depression, Thinking It A Form Of Truth.

Nudity Is The Costume Of Lovers And Corpses.

Bored By Safety, The Lover Grows Jealous And Exacting.