There Is An Inverse Relationship Between Imagination

There's Been A Growing Dissatisfaction And Distrust With The Conventional Publishing Industry, In That You Tend To Have A Lot Of Formerly Reputable Imprints Now Owned By Big Conglomerates.

Through My Blue Fingers, Pink Grains Are Falling, Haphazard, Random, A Disorganized Stream Of Silicone That Seems Pregnant With The Possibility Of Every Conceivable Shape… But This Is Illusion. Things Have Their Shape In Time, Not Space Alone. Some Marble Blocks Have Statues Within Them, Embedded In Their Future.

I Leave The Human Cockroaches To Discuss Their Heroin And Child Pornography.

For Whatever The Future Holds, One Thing Is Certain... It Just Won't Be The Same.

I Did It Thirty-five Minutes Ago.