I Gave Up On The Big Screen.

Everyone Is A Potential Naked Slave To You Once You Become A Trainer.

Should We Put Out The Light? And Then Put Out The Light. But Once Put Out Thy Light, I Cannot Give It Vital Breath Again. It Needs Must Wither.

Perhaps This Is The Only Real Evil Left.

Words. Borne On The Ever Swelling Current Of Hatred, Like Flowers Opening In The Current, Petals Peeling Back, Then Falling Apart.

I Was Obsessed With Religious Questions, The Basics: Why Are We Here? Why Is The World So Beautiful?