The Darkness Has It's Own

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.

Long Live The Weeds That Overwhelm My Narrow Vegetable Realm! The Bitter Rock, The Barren Soil That Force The Son Of Man To Toil; All Things Unholy, Marred By Curse, The Ugly Of The Universe.

In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.

What Is Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance?

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?