Sometimes What I Wouldn't Give

This Life Is But The Childhood Of Our Immortality.

Talk Into My Bullet Hole. Tell Me I'm Fine.

This Wasn't The Sea Of The Inexorable Horizon And Smashing Waves, Not The Sea Of Distance And Violence, But The Sea Of The Etenally Leveling Patience And Wetness Of Water. Whether It Comes To You In A Storm Or In A Cup, It Owns You--we Are More Water Than Dust. It Is Our Origin And Our Destination.

What Could Be Lonelier Than Trying To Communicate?

The Abyss Is Full Of Reality, The Abyss Experiences Itself, The Abyss Is Alive.