I Just Know That I Don't Want

But I Welcome The Darkness Where The Two Eyes Of That Soft Panther Glow. The Darkness Is My Cultural Broth. The Enchanted Darkness. I Go On Speaking To You, Risking Disconnection: I’m Subterraneously Unattainable Because Of What I Know.

Ela Acreditava Em Anjo E, Porque Acreditava, Eles Existiam" | "she Believed In Angels, And, Because She Believed, They Existed

I Write And That Way Rid Myself Of Me And Then At Last I Can Rest.

The Mystery Of Human Destiny Is That We Are Fated, But That We Have The Freedom To Fulfill Or Not Fulfill Our Fate: Realization Of Our Fated Destiny Depends On Us. While Inhuman Beings Like The Cockroach Realize The Entire Cycle Without Going Astray Because They Make No Choices.

So Long As I Have Questions To Which There Are No Answers, I Shall Go On Writing.