I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language. ↗
Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other. ↗
When you have a regime that would be happier in the afterlife than in this life, this is not a regime that is subject to classic theories of deterrence. ↗