solitude
Scam; burning lie! The vigour of the body dominates all the wisdom of the old. The human is only true through the bluff of its characters.
Bonds only make sense for what they are really worth, with moments, gifts, thefts, rapes, they weave the canvas of my mental landscape.
This idea of having to share emotion at all costs as a crowning achievement in exceptional circumstances has become partially foreign to me.
"The Puritans" is the mythology of adult sexuality, our frustrations, our repressions, the variety song and its procession of broken ideals.
