There is no truth beyond illusion....between 'reality' on the one hand, and the point where reality comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: a...
Well, if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o'clock, you hardly think what you're going to feed the corpse for dinner.
Who’s to say that gamblers don’t really understand it better than anyone else? Isn’t everything worthwhile a gamble? Can’t good come around sometimes through some strange back doors?