a high priest of the mysteries

somebody said the soul is what we have with which to see each other

see, the soul in the eyes

compensations are the bulwarks of conscience, or something

Elvis was a hero to most but he never meant shit to me. i prefer El Vez.

evolving recurrence

funny fungus fun

things are real if you can photograph them, otherwise they are ectoplasm.

we were always looking up at the sky, like in that movie a canterbury tale, partly for bombs, partly for spiritual succor, eyes glinting with fear and lust.