Don’t you feel shame? I thought scum like you could at least feel shame
Birds and periodic blood.Old recapitulations.The fox, panting, fire-eyed,gone to earth in my chest.How beautiful we are,he and I, with our auburnpelts, our trails of blood,our miracle escapes,our whiplash panic flogging us onto new miracles!They’ve supplied...
The road up and the road down are one and the same.” Heraclitus
Comics are in my blood. It’s my strange addiction, and I love it.
I wash my hands in the blood of grapefruit. Come, drink with me.
When out eyes are tear-stained then our heart is blood-stained as well
It was never worth the blood that has been spilled here today.
The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right.