One Loves Only Form, And Form Only

I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With A Towel On My Head.

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.

O.k. I'm Running Out Of Appetite. Let This Swirl- A Bit Like Crab Nebula- Do For Now.

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.