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My mouth is a swirling maw of darkness, my eyes blank portals into a world of horror and despair. My eyes blank portals, my eyes blank portals. No wait, I’ve said that already… I did say that already, didn’t I?…

I was on my best behaviour, in case God Himself was watching. The Big Man Himself. You never know, after all, do you? You just never know. I was doing all the good things, saying all the good things, thinking…

When we extend the self, what exactly are we extending? That’s the question I’d like to put to you. When we promote the self what indeed are we promoting? When we are being brutally compelled to be what we aren’t…

‘What’s life like in the Equilibrium Realm?’ you ask, keen to find out, keen to find out all about the secrets of Samsara. ‘What’s the big deal with samsaric existence? Why do folks like it so much?’ I admire your…

I hate bad people, don’t you? Boy do I hate them! I hate them so much it actually makes me feel ill. I hate the bad people with every atom in my body. I want to punish them. Punish, punish,…

The force that pins us down is immense, isn’t it? So immense, so very immense. Frighteningly immense. ‘Well, you have to struggle to be free’, you pipe up bravely, ‘it’s important to be free, after all…’   I listen to…

I was on vacation in my head, lying back luxuriantly amidst the hideous chaos and squalor of my life. I had forgotten all my cares – I was stretched out on a cheap plastic recliner counting my chickens. Of which…

I was defending myself – no one else would, after all! He did a bad thing your honour, I explained before the court. He did a bad thing, and he knew it to be to be bad when he did…

‘What is it like to be the Ever-Suffering Homunculoid’, you want to know. You really want to know. ‘It must be pretty bad, right?’ you persist, ‘you know – it must be bad to be the Ever-Suffering One, and all…