When the going gets tough, the tough go drinking.

I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation.

Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead.

I want to take you away from this," I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. "From sushi and elves and... STUFF.

What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.

After a while you learn that everything stops.

Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.