Saying Is Inventing

And even my sense of identity was wrapped in a namelessness often hard to penetrate, as we have just seen I think�Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no t...

Every Road Ends in Death

I don't believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you see? The clamor and din of those in torment has to be the sound most pleasing to his ear. And I loathe these discussions...

Feel the Blood Running

I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well o...