No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.

...with the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours.

For me, the single word "God" suggests everything that is slippery, shady, squalid, foul, and grotesque.

The simplest act of surrealism is to walk out into the street, gun in hand, and shoot at random.

Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.