Living alone makes it harder to find someone to blame.

Every perversion has survived many tests of its capabilities.

By the time I have clarified a thought, I no longer want to think it.

Human nature is a scoundrel's favorite explanation.

I regret. I apologize. I blame myself. I continue as before.

I did not know I was in my prime until afterwards.

Deconstruction: peering suspiciously at the text, I wait for it to make a slip and betray itself.