The Chair As Ideas Fits Only The

The Ravaged Face In The Mirror Hides The Enchanting Youth That Is The Real Me.

Rules That Are Never Violated Cease To Be Recognized As Rules.

Old Age: I Fall Asleep During The Funerals Of My Friends.

Smooth White Skin Invites Something That Will Leave A Trace, A Kiss Or A Slap.

Lonely People Console Themselves With Self-absorption Or Curiosity.