partial to your neon light@nybeath
Every lie we tell incurs a debt to the truth. Sooner or later that debt is paid.
And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely, human.
every interaction is an act of violence, its just a matter of scale.
Our meddling intellectMis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—We murder to dissect.
Seek simplicity, but distrust it.
