we're all golden sunflowers inside.
That's what the shaman said. He didn't know what he was up against. He didn't expect the strength and weight and evil intensity of this spirit, this "entity," as he called it. The same way the priest in an exorcism has to take on the spirit.
All these books are published in Heaven.
The soul is innocent and immortal, it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse.
Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!
what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination