I Wish I Could Write As Mysterious

I Dread The Events Of The Future, Not In Themselves But In Their Results.

Man Is An Animal That Diddles, And There Is No Animal That Diddles But Man.

It All Depends On The Robber's Knowledge Of The Loser's Knowledge Of The Robber. - Daupin

And Now Was Acknowledged The Presence Of The Red Death. He Had Come Like A Thief In The Night. And One By One Dropped The Revelers In The Blood-bedewed Halls Of Their Revel, And Died Each In The Despairing Posture Of His Fall. And The Life Of The Ebony Clock Went Out With That Of The Last Of The Gay. And The Flames Of The Tripods Expired. And Darkness And Decay And The Red Death Held Illimitable Dominion Over All.

I Felt That I Breathed An Atmosphere Of Sorrow.