There Is A Close Relationship Between Flowers

I Decided To Be What Crime Made Of Me.

Anyone Who Knows A Strange Fact Shares In Its Singularity.

There Are Mornings When All Men Experience With Fatigue A Flush Of Tenderness That Makes Them Horny.

Limited By The World, Which I Oppose, Jagged By It, I Shall Be All The More Handsome And Sparkling As The Angles Which Wound Me And Give Me Shape Are More Acute And The Jagging More Cruel.

Solitude, As I Understand It, Does Not Signify An Unhappy State, But Rather Secret Royalty, Profound Incommunicability Yet A More Or Less Obscure Knowledge Of An Invulnerable Singularity.