Sunday, February 19, 2006

It's Never Too Late...

Operations have ceased for a considerable time, an unimposed moratorium that is working by the matter of not working. Paradoxical yet sensical. Veritable lots of nothing and stacks of everything have happened to the owner of Sex! Blood! Magic! but on a whim he is back, and prepared to write with an unconscious stream of thought commensurate to that of the surrealist artists. In fact, as he types and wonders why he is writing in the third person -- ahah! -- there is no stopping this tiger. Because once you slay the beast, what do you do with its skin? It'll haunt you, so beware.