There are images I need to complete my own reality.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

We want the world and we want it...

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?

Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was curiosity.