It Rubs The Lotion On Its Skin.

I Have No Interest In Understanding Sheep, Only Eating Them.

What Do You Look At While You’re Making Up Your Mind? Ours Is Not A Reflective Culture, We Do No Raise Our Eyes Up To The Hills. Most Of The Time We Decide The Critical Things While Looking At The Linoleum Floor Of An Institutional Corridor, Or Whispering Hurriedly In A Waiting Room With A Television Blatting Nonsense.

In Her Way, She Was A Hard One. Faith In Any Sort Of Natural Justice Was Nothing But A Night Light; She Knew Of That. Whatever She Did, She Would End The Same Way With Everyone Does: Flat On Her Back With A Tube In Her Nose, Wondering, "is This All?

Shiloh Isn’t Haunted – Men Are Haunted. Shiloh Doesn’t Care.

I'm Giving Serious Thought Into Eating Yor Wife” - Hannibal Lecter