Sports, Politics, And Religion Are The Three

Freud Thought That A Psychosis Was A Waking Dream, And That Poets Were Daydreamers Too, But I Wonder If The Reverse Is Not As Often True, And That Madness Is A Fiction Lived In Like A Rented House

I Write Because I Hate. A Lot. Hard.

What One Wants To Do With Stories Is Screw Them Up.

Words Are The Supreme Objects. They Are Minded Things.

If Death Itself Were To Die, Would It Have A Ghost, And Would The Ghost Of Death Visit The Dead In The Guise Of Someone Alive, If Only To Fright Them From Any Temptation To Return?