I Write To Escape ... To Escape

Exsistance Is Not The Cure It Is The Problem

Beast?" Jane Murmured. "then God Make Me A Beast; For, Man Or Beast, I Am Yours.

Traveling Through Space Is Stupifyingly Monotonous.

I Have Discovered That The World Over, Unusual Weather Prevails At All Times Of The Year.

The More One Listens To Ordinary Conversations The More Apparent It Becomes That The Reasoning Faculties Of The Brain Take Little Part In The Direction Of The Vocal Organs.