Ground Zero

     The greatest position of control would be using past abusings for my heART. To conquer such a deficient void, to tread at the precipice of madness without being blown, to glare with ravenous eyes into the deep-throat of the abyss and howl, “You are finished and I must be the Unkillable Monster!”
     Oh, what a frightful being I’d exist as “for” my enemies, lingering in wait for my turn of the other cheek.

     This is historyletting of the latest volume. There is nothing left to be published, nothing left to be published but me.