The Dead Are Visible Only

You're Not Going To Impose The Patriarchal Paradigm On Me.

It's Not Life Or Death, The Labyrinth. Suffering. Doing Wrong And Having Wrong Things Happen To You. That's The Problem. Bolivar Was Talking About The Pain, Not About The Living Or Dying. How Do You Get Out Of The Labyrinth Of Suffering?

The World Went On, As It Does, Without My Full Participation, And I Only Woke Up From The Reverie When Someone Said My Name.

Every Year, Many, Many Stupid People Graduate From College. And If They Can Do It, So Can You.

I Got My Wish, I Suppose. I Left My Scar.