When I Go Out, I Hope To

I Tried Self-sacrifice A Couple Of Times In My Youth.

Nostalgia Keeps Dissolving The Ironic Narratives In Which I Have Contained My Past.

Aphorisms May Equivocate, But They Must Not Wobble.

Beauty And Virtue: The Most Kissable Ass In The World Is No Guarantee Of Good Intentions.

The Sun Cares Nothing For Illumination.