lost in the woods again

You ain't lost, pal. You're where you are, and you have to make the best of it. It's all you can do.

Where to go from here? upstairs, ... hidden in the attic, a shoebox stash with the little girl's bones who lived across the road when you were a kid

amphetamine of the masses, the vilification and uprising, public dissent

CAST DOWN THE ROCK SPIDER, THE MURDERED AND THE QUIET GODS

of unrest;

and holy coincidence.



let slip the cravings of chemistry
and man's money-bag