If An Offense Come Out

When Yellow Lights Struggle With Blue Shades In Hairlike Lines.

Black Chaos Comes, And The Fettered Gods Of The Earth Say, Let There Be Light.

It Is Rarely That The Pleasures Of The Imagination Will Compensate For The Pain Of Sleeplessness.

...she Moved About In A Mental Cloud Of Many-coloured Idealities, Which Eclipsed All Sinister Contingencies By Its Brightness.

I Want To Question My Belief, So That What Is Left After I Have Questioned It, Will Be Even Stronger.