My Parents Believe In The Happy Endings

Home Pulls. It Draws You Back To Tell You You Don't Belong.

Life Compulsively Dangled The Possibility Of Life. Life, The Dramatist On Speed. Life, That Couldn't Stop With Its Foreshadows And Ironies And Symbols And Clues, Its Wretched Jokes And False Endings And Twists. Life With Its Hopeless Addiction To Plot.

Literature Is Humanity's Broad-minded Alter-ego, With Room In Its Heart For Monsters, Even For You. It's Humanity Without The Judgement.

The First Horror Is There's Horror. The Second Is You Accommodate It.

Renounce Love And You Can Achieve Demonic Focus.