Vulnerability is power.

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

pools of blood are not recreational even lifeguards drown when the undertow breaks bread with the underbelly demons disguised as sharks have not put enough thought into their costumes a wiseman stays ashore when pointed fins read like italian subtitles the end is near (...) the beginning

Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun

The organization of self, and all self-aligning principles would be those that I promote.

Two autumns and I have not changed enough.

Fax me a fact and I'll telegram a hologram or telephone the son of man and tell him he is done. Leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are none. God and I are one. Times moon. Times star. Times sun. The factor is me. You remember me.