Day's Work Is Still To Do, Whatever

The Skirts Of The Gods Drag In Our Mud. We Feel The Touch And Take It To Be A Kiss.

The Difference Between Tragedy And Comedy Is The Difference Between Experience And Intuition. In The Experience We Strive Against Every Condition Of Our Animal Life: Against Death, Against The Frustration Of Ambition, Against The Instability Of Human Love. In The Intuition We Trust The Arduous Eccentricities We're Born To, And See The Oddness Of A Creature Who Has Never Got Acclimatized To Being Created.

One Day I Shall Burst My Bud Of Calm And Blossom Into Hysteria.

Day's Work Is Still To Do, Whatever The Day's Doom.

The Moon Is Nothing But A Circumambulating Aphrodisiac Divinely Subsidized To Provoke The World Into A Rising Birth-rate