Well I’ve been trying and trying to get some sort of website up so people can pop by and check out what’s going on in my world, not that it’s particularly interesting or anything, but who knows. I thought it might be cool just to have a place on the…
A: On your questionnaire, you wrote that you feel like you need to drink to have a good time. B: That’s true. A: But then down here it says that you don’t drink.
What is is about a great story that can make you feel all warm inside? What is a story? A chain of events that never happened and never could happen? What is that worth? And why does it capture our imagination so?
The life that drinks of agéd spirits not: It is a being I, for as long as My essence spills its art to terrene ground Shall never palate; from my cellar do Unlock themselves the bygone spectres of Those times of since joviality. And I sup of them; intoxication sweet…
The things in life that never happen, the words that are never spoken, where do they go? It’s not that they never existed, because they do exist, from the moment they are conceived in some restless mind.
Look at him. Look at what he’s become. He’s a machine. He’s learned to lock out all the sensations that once made him so human. Is this truly the only way a man can survive as he learns the truths of the world?
People, one of the most mystifying animals of them all. What were they like, back in the time when they hunted for their food in the brush and indeed were a part of nature rather than its foe? Were they a pack animal? Did they cooperate to find their meals…
