In a world where billions believe their deity conceived a mortal child with a virgin human, it's stunning how little imagination most people display.

There are only patterns. Patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns, patterns hidden by patterns, patterns within patterns.

The future is just wasted on some people.

I tiger can smile A snake will say it loves you Lies make us evil

What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher.

Inside me is the same desperate hope I have watching the ravenous dead and thinking, Oh please, oh please, oh please. The craving inside of me is to be clutched at by some dead girl. To put my ear to her chest and hear nothing. Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!