I dream of vague shapes that hint of my heart's desire.

Sign at the orgy: BODIES ONLY.

I change my opinions often, but not my way of thinking.

Swindlers are notoriously gullible.

Every life has a love story, even though the beloved may be imaginary, or a cat.

I cling to depression, thinking it a form of truth.

Alone, I am drunk on my thoughts; in company, I am sober again.