Man Was An Accident On This World

There Are Two Kinds Of Writer: Those That Make You Think, And Those That Make You Wonder.

When Childhood Dies, Its Corpses Are Called Adults And They Enter Society, One Of The Politer Names Of Hell. That Is Why We Dread Children, Even If We Love Them, They Show Us The State Of Our Decay.

It Is At Night... That The Mind Is Most Clear, That We Are Most Able To Hold All Our Life In The Palm Of Our Skull.

We Belong To An Age Where Apocalypse Is Our Daily Bread, Coffee's Black, And We Know We're Part Of The Abyss. Red Spider White Web Is Right On Target In Conveying That Understanding. It Splinters In The Mind... The Underworld Of The Century's Imaginings.

I Can't Help Believing That These Things That Come From The Subconscious Mind Have A Sort Of Truth To Them. It May Not Be A Scientific Truth, But It's Psychological Truth.