People Make Filthy Things With The Freedom

Cancel Me Not - For What Then Shall Remain? Abscissas, Some Mantissas, Modules, Modes, A Root Or Two, A Torus And A Node: The Inverse Of My Verse, A Null Domain.

A Dream Will Always Triumph Over Reality, Once It Is Given The Chance.

The Night Stared Me In The Face, Amorphous, Blind, Infinite, Without Frontiers. Not A Single Start Relieved The Darkness Behind The Glass.

The War Of Good And Evil Present In All Religions Does Not Always End, In Every Faith, With The Victory Of Good, But In Every One It Establishes A Clear Order Of Existence. The Sacred As Well As The Profane Rests On That Universal Order.

Come, Let Us Hasten To A Higher Plane, Where Dyads Tread The Fairy Fields Of Venn, Their Indices Bedecked From One To _ N, Commingled In An Endless Markov Chain!