Your turn has come to sift through the dreck of humanity for rare specks of originality
It's true, reading too many novels makes you go blind.
If swans weren't real myths'd make up.
If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’.
Time is the speed at which the past decays.
The song instantly insisted it'd never existed.