In the void there is peace.
By Stephen Sheehan The pursuit. restless ideals are stalked until the hunter exhausts hunters are hunted by desires carelessly consumed...
In the void there is peace.
The illusion as reality.
The tangerine I am devouring is you. You are dead before you are born.
I thought I was fat then, but I am definitely fatter now.
The man who kicked the cat was an alcoholic.
Who are you? Who am I?
Inside Liberty
Without ambiguity, we will suffer intellectual death.