I alone, as the sharer of their way of life, presented a replica of childhood.

We are actually fourth dimensional beings in a third dimensional body inhabiting a second dimensional world!

Some events are in the area of the soul where words cannot penetrate.

Each day I lacerated myself thinking on her, but I didn't go back.

I alone, as the sharer of their way of life, presented a replica of childhood.

The time has come, everybody lie down so you won't get hurt when the sun bursts.

I see no greatness in my self...I'm a simple-minded, child-like, insipid sort of moronic and kind of akward feeling adolescent.