[a Writer Is] A Priest Of Eternal

What Was After The Universe? Nothing. But Was There Anything Round The Universe To Show Where It Stopped Before The Nothing Place Began?

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.

White Wine Is Like Electricity. Red Wine Looks And Tastes Like A Liquified Beefsteak.

His Heart Danced Upon Her Movements Like A Cork Upon A Tide. He Heard What Her Eyes Said To Him From Beneath Their Cowl And Knew That In Some Dim Past, Whether In Life Or Revery, He Had Heard Their Tale Before.

I Will Not Say Nothing. I Will Defend My Church And My Religion When It Is Insulted And Spit On.