I'm a nature child, don't like being in the city for too long, it gets rather dull and repetitive. Love escaping up to the rivers and not giving a fuck about anything. I'd rather use other people's words in offering a suitable description of myself, because using the words of wit, only the witty will comprehend. You see?
Cupid and Bacchus my saints are;
May drink and love still reign:
With wine I wash away my cares,
And then to love again.
Odi et amo: quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
I hate and I love, why I do so you may well ask. I do not know but I feel it happen and am in agony.
Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
