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Glimpsing God behind the cusp of a technicolour rainbow, the colours left over from our conversation, a one-sided exchange which drew not blo..

A spark of darkness, burst into the light. A whisper in the monstrous quiet. My beautiful child is holding me and won't let go. Daddy, I cleaned ..

Fear is unknown to me, a foreign language which I will not master. Back straight, eyes clear although tears have often stained my tunic. Forw..

Do not trust the moonlight for it steals about and conceals, taking pleasure, security and certainty. Fear remains, the chilled shiver, ..

Reality continues to erode my fantasy grip on life, itself a novel explanation for that which may embody my existence. Rifle through the rivers of ..

I’ve killed millions of pixels, destroyed worlds, armies and yet somehow always managed to survive. No sounds, no stains to show where o..

If I should glimpse heaven before you, know that I am not more worthy nor more sinless, just more weary and more glad. Know this too: I lived, l..

The Spirit of our Earth is weeping, sleeping, comatose, non mentos compos. A sinuous, sensuous, tenuous grasp is all that remains; fabricate..

The Craven, settled in the west, must sleep always with one eye open lest any lingering morality catch him unawares. No comfort found from within..

Peace must die, a sacrificial lamb. Our way of life is worth too much, in profit terms, to allow for peace to reign. Unused weapons are useless we..