Who was I? The stranger was footsteps in the snow a long time ago.

The dark Gods of pain are surfacing from the immemorial filth of time.

They tend to be suspicious, bristly, paranoid-type people with huge egos they push around like some elephantiasis victim with his distended testicles in a wheelbarrow terrified no doubt that some skulking ingrate of a clone student will sneak into his very brain and steal his genius work.

I miss you so much your absence causes me, at times, accute pain. I don't mean sexually. I mean in connection with my writing.

How I hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity.

Virtue is simply happiness, and happiness is a by-product of function. You are happy when you are functioning.

I feel that any form of so called psychotherapy is strongly contraindicated for addicts. The question Why did you start using narcotics in the first place? should never be asked. It is quite as irrelevant to treatment as it would be to ask a malarial patient why he went to a malarial area.