Death is the length we
measure life, we learn to live...

One must see into
the others to become a...

You conceal your malevolence and greed
behind the edifice of benevolent deeds...

The duets of lancing and laceration.
Flesh is tender...

I inhale you and exhale myself
I do love you and I do not...

~~The confession of a deranged reality to a man of...
Sometimes the nightmares are reality...

It was in the black and white of his magic
that all my childhood turned into colours...

Orson Welles,
a man...

I don’t care if you believe in God or not
Yet whoever “knows” God in heart...

Time is links
woven together loop by loop...

Later is solely
the perspective of wheel marks...

Thirsty for the truth
he didn't know how parlous is...