Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
It’s the order of things: each one gets a taste of honey then the knife.
Humanity, you never had it to begin with.
I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.
My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.
i am going to start selling air in dark orange bags marked: moon-blooms