Paralysed

The days pass my sweet and I forget no such forgetful sense to scrape my pencil across your breast.

The inside of a man is made of the heart. The inside of a woman is only her… Therefore the heart, good or bad, guides men but the … is independent of everything except the essence of life itself. So what guides a woman?

What happened to the alchemists? They became the industrialists?

Paralysed by well-being.