In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

the golden eternity is { }

The silence was an intense roar.

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.

You don't know what to say to me because the kingdom is within...flesh and blood's dream...so you fly now, pay later, all of us...I mean actually it's PAY NOW, FLY LATER

Something that you feel will find its own form.