THE DEMON'S WORDS

"And what are words? Black marks on white paper. How much harm could there be in something so simple?"

(The words of Jakabok Botch, Mister B. Gone - Clive Barker)

WAITING IS FINE FOR ME

We watched the burning sunrise loom, and we stared and listened - transfixed, spellbound - waiting for another moment we know will come. The ashtray, the guitar, the fireworks, and us, etched the other person's mind.

Have a great journey!