You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think?
Only big words for ordinary things on account of the sound.
Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the...
The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
He laughed to free his mind from his mind’s bondage.
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.