In Order To Understand, I Destroyed Myself.

Life Is A Thread That Someone Entangled.

Only Sterility Is Noble And Dignified. Only Killing What Never Was Is Elevated And Perverse And Absurd.

It's In An Inland Sea That The River Of My Life Ended.

I Search And Can't Find Myself. I Belong In Chrysanthemum Time, Sharp In Calla Lily Elongations. God Made My Soul Into An Ornamental Thing.

La Literatura Es La Manera Más Agradable De Ignorar La Vida.