“You think I'm a sissy?I will sodomize you and face-fuck you.”

“I hate and I love Why do I, you ask ?I don't know, but it's happeningand it hurts”

“I hate & love. And if you should ask how I do both,I couldn't say; but I feel it , and it shivers me.”

“I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.”

“I hate and I love. Why do I do this, you may ask? I do not know, but I feel it, and I am tortured.”

“Odi et amo; quare fortasse requiris, nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. (my translation: I hate and I love, you ask why I do this, I do not know, but I feel and I am tormented)”

“Through many countries and over many seasI have come, Brother, to these melancholy rites,to show this final honour to the dead,and speak (to what purpose?) to your silent ashes,since now fate takes you, even you, from me.Oh, Brother, ripped away from me so cruelly,now at least take these last offerings, blessedby the tradition of our parents, gifts to the dead.Accept, by custom, what a brother's tears drown,and, for eternity, Brother, 'Hail and Farewell'.”