Murder is a dream because lack is the center of both.
The whole world is men's bloody fantasies.
Death is another bar which lies several steps below the normal world. I'm at its threshold, but not yet in it. Its doorway is doorless.
All memory can do is scream for touch.
I think it's really important to find out why people hurt you or try to oppose you or whatever.
Love goes away when your mind goes away and then you're someone else.