The limitations of pleasure cannot be overcome by more pleasure.
The dignified catastrophes of tragedy bear little resemblance to the slow ruin inflicted by life.
Laughter and tears may not persuade, but they cannot be refuted.
I dream of vague shapes that hint of my heart's desire.
I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.
Habit keeps my life going, with occasional pushes from desire.