Man Comes Without Anything. Lives Without Anything. Dies Without Anything. Comments

Bizarre loneliness when I was writing; after all who'd sit beside an eccentrically fanatic brain; try and decipher the infinite wild fantasies that engulfed each ounce of his soul
till times beyond eternity,

Wretched loneliness when I was eating; after all who'd relish the prospect of waiting till forgetfully odd hours of the day and night; to see me devour gigantic chunks of food at a time; with my unkempt bohemian hands,
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