This Is A Short Book

The Poets Continually And Sometimes Wilfully Mistake Love. Love Is The Old Slaughterer.

All Thing Serve The Beam

Time Continued To Pass - The Oldest Trick In The World, And Maybe The Only One That Really Is Magic.

This Inhuman Place Makes Human Monsters.

You Could Start At A Path Leading Nowhere More Fantastic Than From Your Own Front Steps To The Sidewalk, And From There You Could Go… Well, Anywhere At All.