19-02-2006
"I dream of myself on an infinite, desolate plane. Not myself as I am but as I would rather be. More powerful and severe. My sense of justice like ice. The mask more protective and frightning. Its oblique contours filtering out the poison of human existence. Its geography, an arctic prison of man's sins and sufferings. The besats of eternal damnation, creatures we would hunt and eradicate with our silly laws. For when the courst flay open such carcasses...they never reveal what they find. The awful truth of it is...we are all of us stuck fast in the ice."
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