Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

It would be pleasant to be drunk.

The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.

Well, one gets out of bed and the planets don't always hiss or muck up the day, each day.

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope

I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.