God has made us study partner. We need to talk about our project.

I think we crushed ourselves down over the centuries. Buried ourselves under greed and hate and whatever other sins we could find until our souls finally hit the rock bottom of the universe. And then they scraped a hole through it, into some ... darker place.

Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

You might say that death has relaxed me.

My favorite songs change every year.