The Soul Is A Verb." He Impales

Perpetual Encagement Endows Any Mirage Of Salvation With Credibility.

Music’s A Wood You Walk Through.

The Weak Are Meat The Strong Do Eat.

As Long As Our Civilisation Keeps Trundling Along Generally Forwards, Then There Is The Possibility Of A Future Where Ethnicity Is Merely An Interesting Badge, Not A Uniform You Can't Take Off.

…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.