You won’t go to heaven, you won’t go to hell. You’ll rot in your grave, with the stench and the smell. Unless you accept Math as your personal savior. Zeno’s first paradox will light you path.
Call of the first bird at dawn
Apophis backpiece in progress, covering up some bee rip-outs.
dead as man can be and still breathe
The Crooked Path. The easy way isn’t best. The normal way is for those sad creatures who live on sarcasm and aren’t even sure why.
Where Lovecraft’s eye met the sky
I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars… I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness…
When these frail shadows we inhabit now
Have quit the stage, we’ll meet
And raise a glass again together
Wargoz Wælwulfas Vorspiel auf dem Theater
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