Time Is The Speed At Which The

The Mind Abhors A Vacancy & Is Wont To People It With Phantoms.

…and There, In The Background, The Sky’s Sediment Had Sunk To A Place Where All The Woe Of The Words ‘i Am’ Dissolved Into Blue Peace. He Said It. ‘the Ocean.

The Most Malicious God Is The God Of The Counted Chicken.

Anticipating The End Of The World Is Humanity's Oldest Passtime

The Act Of Memory Is An Act Of Ghostwriting.