Plutocracy.' It Has A Perfect Nuance: Chilly,

It Is, Of Course, The First Recourse Of Every Elitist To See Social Barbarism In Others.

The Blood In My Veins Is Frozen But It Sings Of Love.

Every Day The Eye Is Subject To A Thousand Tiny Shocks As A Thousand Industries Compete For The Eye-kick, The Visual Hook That Will Lock The Consumer Into Product For That Crucial Second Where The Tiny - Or Not So Tiny - Leap Of The Imagination Is Made.

Since I've Been Hired To Contribute To The Storyline Of 'doom 4' I Can Say What Was Always True Anyway. I'm Working. You See, For A Writer, Lots Of Stuff That Doesn't Look Like Working Is Actually Working. Looking Out Of The Window, For Example. Balancing A Pencil On The Edge Of The Desk In Order To Find Its Exact Fulcrum. Playing 'doom.

The Bluebells Made Such A Pool That The Earth Had Become Like Water, And All The Trees And Bushes Seemed To Have Grown Out Of The Water. And The Sky Above Seemed To Have Fallen Down On To The Earth Floor; And I Didn’t Know If The Sky Was The Earth Or The Earth Was Water. I Had Been Turned Upside Down. I Had To Hold The Rock With My Fingernails To Stop Me Falling Into The Sky Of The Earth Or The Water Of The Sky. But I Couldn’t Hold On.