That Machiavellian casualness, that tragic joy it would be my security and my misery.
Casualness
Prescription
Are bars the prescription for laughter and tears? Or glory and disgust?
Smothering Embrace
I glanced up and there above me, in smothering embrace of the August night was the moon, pregnant with light.
Marriage
The very word marriage, is a blight. We are conditioned to only be aware of ourselves as individuals and are not satisfied to leave behind the careless and transitory love of the opposite sex.
Pour Your Soul
Life is loneliness with no purpose, pour your soul into joy, fulfillment and companionship.
My Secret
I'm convinced my secret to life like a dream is sweet solitude.
My Soul Drank
Shut up among books, my soul drank eagerly.
Aimlessly Walk
Aimlessly walk the winter street on a coldwind night in Edinburgh.
Diversion
I'm positive that books are a diversion for the mind full of skeletons.
Eighteen Years
At eighteen years - I was wild, I didn't fear the coffin or the grave.
