… in which most of the characters can finally relax and engage in their favorite activities: scientific work, non-scientific noodles, dream interpretation, and other highly interesting things. Only Bassoon prefers a good night's sleep. The spacious office was quiet and...

Someone heard the explosionor maybe it was the sky cracking its own skull open.The air twitches.The ground gnaws.Everything vibrates like a nerve that refuses anesthesia. The glass on the floor is no longer glass.It is a swarm of mouths,crooked, trembling,chewing...

  At first, it hurt Unexpected Confusion To many why’s   Mind could not wrap around This reality The circumstances   Then it happened again Rage Untamed anger filled my veins Went from why’s To fuck off   Mind did not want to dissect The incident The moment it turned   Quiet ensued Calm returned Different reality New resolve   Once more it happened Done...

it started as a whisper  soft warnings... just at the edges of awareness  the way a storm builds  only a murmur in the distance drifting on a slight breeze but it grew... from a tiny sound barely audible... to a full blown roar leaving nothing behind only total destruction... no going...

Let it burn Let the entire world obliterate With every course, crass and fallacy You have thrown at me I will rejoice in the destruction That is, you. On the wings of innocent white doves You are the soot that stains the feather No matter what is...