I made my way home, over the damp carpet of leaves upon the path, the soft, sinewy squish of their moss-like flesh, those remnants of the...

It will not take you: you must give yourself unto it, relinquish your meaningless reign, consent to be detached from your mind and...

I’d like to be overwrought in your planetary eyes, hyperbolically fantastic and transcendent in my falsified perfection. Oh, how the...