Bright Was The Light Of My Last

Is One Human? Or Merely Alive? Like A Blade Of Grass Equal To All Existance In The Moment It Is Torn? Yes. If Pain Is Fundament, Then A Blade Of Grass Can Know All There Is.

In Every Death Is A Celebration; In Every Ecstasy, One Little Death.

There's A Subterranean Impetus Towards Pornography So Powerful That Half The Business World Is Juiced By The Sort Of Half Sex That One Finds In Advertisements.

Faction Is That Hybrid Of Documented Fact And Novelistic Elaboration.

Boredom Slays More Of Existence Than War.