I dreamt of eating a giant salamander's head, slicing up its foamy, white-bloodless, fleshy neck, disgusting

Peas and carrots don't go with butter and onion, said someone

A father-fisherman crying

I spent too much time soldering, and now my thumb and knees hurt

Without absolute truth there is no God, and art has denied him

There is no love but invention, all else can do well solely, but gosh, it's so hard to look at her straight in the face and I don't know why