True Love Isn't Hearts & Flowers. It's Blood & Guts & Bouquets Of Barbed Wire

Our minds are big enough to contemplate the cosmos but small enough to care about who wins an Oscar

When inspiration comes life is lived in the moment and peace descends. When inspiration leaves thoughts turn to violently killing time

Royal blood isn't blue, it is a jaundiced shade of red and riddled with broken chromosomes

Can the perpetrator of a "senseless" crime use transcendence as a defense?

Humanity enveloped in entropy desperately seeking symmetry for peace of mind

Time Is Speeding Up In Relation To Corruption. Hold On Tight.