Scars Have The Strange Power To Remind

What Business Is It Of Yours Where I'm From, Friendo?

He Rocked In The Swells, Floating Like The First Germ Of Life Adrift On The Earth's Cooling Seas, Formless Macule Of Plasm Trapped In A Vapor Drop And All Creation Yet To Come.

What Deity In The Realms Of Dementia, What Rabid God Decocted Out Of The Smoking Lobes Of Hydrophobia Could Have Devised A Keeping Place For Souls So Poor As Is This Flesh. This Mawky Worm-bent Tabernacle.

For Even If You Should Have Stood Your Ground, He Said, Yet What Ground Was It?

Somewhere In The World Is The Most Invincible Man. Just As Somewhere Is The Most Vulnerable.