My Mind Is Led Astray By Every

I Know That I Am Very Much Like Everybody Else, But Not Really.

Like Love, Destruction Can Be Ecstatic.

Human Society Sustains Itself By Transforming Nature Into Garbage.

It Is Hard To Speak Of Sex Without Being Clinical, Brutal, Or Romantic.

History Takes Place Between The Fall And The Apocalypse, With A Narrow Escape Route Called Salvation.