Coffee justifies the existence of the word 'aroma'.

The flesh had infinity in it. I must know every inch by touch yet every inch renewed its mystery the instant my hand moved on. Delightful endless futility.

Renounce love and you can achieve demonic focus.

Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.

The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it.

The rain's been racing earthwards as if with some religious or political fanaticism. The clouds have the look of dark internal bleeding. Surely you lot look up from Cosmo while this sort of thing's going on? Surely you take a Playstation break?

The message is clear: By all means become an abomination -- but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.