The Child's Laughter Is Pure Until He

Midnight, And The Clock Strikes. It Is Christmas Day, The Werewolves Birthday, The Door Of The Solstice Still Wide Enough Open To Let Them All Slink Through.

Language Is Power, Life And The Instrument Of Culture, The Instrument Of Domination And Liberation.

If The Barbarians Are Destroyed, Who Will We Then Be Able To Blame For The Bad Things?

There Is A Striking Resemblance Between The Act Of Love And The Ministrations Of A Torturer.

Soon, Nostalgia Will Be Another Name For Europe.