All My Stories Are Webs

The Square Root Of I Is I.

Theoretically There Is No Absolute Proof That One's Awakening In The Morning (the Finding Oneself Again In The Saddle Of One's Personality) Is Not Really A Quite Unprecedented Event, A Perfectly Original Birth.

I Loved You. I Was A Pentapod Monster, But I Loved You. I Was Despicable And Brutal, And Turpid, And Everything, Mais Je T’aimais, Je T’aimais!

For Better Or Worse, It Is The Commentator Who Has The Last Word.

Let All Of Life Be An Unfettered Howl.