The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact

Long Live The Weeds That Overwhelm My Narrow Vegetable Realm! The Bitter Rock, The Barren Soil That Force The Son Of Man To Toil; All Things Unholy, Marred By Curse, The Ugly Of The Universe.

In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.

Civilization Is Over-rated, But There Isn't Much Else.

By Daily Dying, I Have Come To Be.

The Darkness Has It's Own Light.