I grow tired of 18th century moralities in a 20th century space-atomic age

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun

A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class

I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?

Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.

this time has finished me.

Was I the only person who was distracted by this future without a chance?