2077.

The lure of Kaufman
is a constant overture
to amnesia's need.

2076.

We are only so
much collision, broken and
bleeding from the crash.

2075.

The progress of the
world's assimilation is
making us Stepford.

2074.

Anxiety a
constant state in which only
loneliness resides.

2073.

Beauty too often
hides within the arms of those
who deny its grasp.

2072.

Heart's Oppenheimer,
always ready to become
death, world destroyer.

2071.

My heart feeds itself
on its own discontent. True
cannibalism.