Beautiful… as the fortuitous encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on a dissecting table.
Melancholy and sadness are the start of doubt… doubt is the beginning of despair; despair is the cruel beginning of the differing degrees of wickedness.
It is a power stronger than will. Could a stone escape from the laws of gravity? Impossible. Impossible, for evil to form an alliance with good.
Poetry must be made by all and not by one.