Someday She Might Replace Whatever Of Her

There Was No Difference Between The Behavior Of A God And The Operations Of Pure Chance.

There Is No Real Direction Here, Neither Lines Of Power Nor Cooperation. Decisions Are Never Really Made – At Best They Manage To Emerge, From A Chaos Of Peeves, Whims, Hallucinations And All Around Assholery.

You May Never Get To Touch The Master, But You Can Tickle His Creatures.

Why Should Things Be Easy To Understand?

Oh, This Beer Here Is Cold, Cold And Hop-bitter, No Point Coming Up For Air, Gulp, Till It's All--hahhhh.