angel came down from heaven yesterday and watched part one of a hendrix biography with me.

angels and demons walk among us. how can we know who is good and evil? we can only guard against our own corruption.

are you saying that humans can be counterfeited like money? made to behave like money? without conscience? 

death to tyrants

discipline, fen, is the cornerstone of success, and my building is falling down.

distingue

juno

my new girl, lucy, who is riddled with b.b.'s.

me and fen share feelings about winter.

one could become a millionaire in the course of an hour, bend people to one's own ends, become a war profiteer.

remember spring? sunamabitch, we didn't know we had it so good.

sweet dreams, fen, are made of this.

the marquis of space-time.

vanya the chekhovian service dog.

whose fault is sorrow. we're born with it, like bodies.