I should like to make slow, sober, focused love to all the stronger passions of humanity, tearing through the timid, the tired, the teased and torn, adding sugar to better taste even the bitter bore.

Thomas K’s Dream Diary – August 17th, 2008 All the senses are all at once dominated by a terrible, stinking and gritty heat that shines and slimes through what was once thought to be the firmly secured windows of the mind. In competition with one another, your sight, hearing, smell, and taste swim against the […]

For the purposes of this post – and my ego – I am Prometheus. And I have put myself at great peril, to steal for you – FROM ZEUS HIMSELF! – the gift of COMMENTS! Never before encountered anywhere throughout the wide expanse of the world of web, these “comments” will allow all mortals visiting […]