I enjoy slaughtering beasts, and I think of my relatives constantly.
Collins and Morales represent a segment of society which, if attacked with the weapons society sanctions, one finds buffered by innumerable layers of law, bureaucracy, lies, evasions. They rest secure within their palaces, confident that...
I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.
When you are about to die, a wombat is better than no company at all.
Wheels turning, the motorcycle’s roar grows steady, which, too, is a form of silence.
No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.
In the State of Denmark there was the odor of decay…
The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.
It is a pain in the ass waiting around for someone to try to kill you.