Is there a perfect world?

The unexamined life is not worth living.

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.

I write only because<br>There is a voice within me<br>That will not be still.

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

I don't care about anyone$$$ and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.

Art is never chaste. It ought to be forbidden to ignorant innocents$$$ never allowed into contact with those not sufficiently prepared. Yes$$$ art is dangerous. Where it is chaste$$$ it is not art.