ArcadiusSabbot

What warrants this madness that I lay awake dreaming. Watching the folds of life and death spiral inconsistently, consistently, throughout time and space. Fleeting, fluttering, desperately chaotically planned falling through the focal point that is now. For what method does the atom split if not love. If not indeed. The time is ours, the time now, the time is. . .done. Tip your waiter thank your waitress and please don't forget your coat, it may be hot in hell but the rain that which falls on the just and unjust alike is cold. To cold. Have a great day, enjoy your ride, don't let the door hit you on the way out, the dog's know where the