Leaving smoke and ashes everywhere, like inhaled nano-corpses… invisible parts of himself working like Daliesque cogs. An insane, out of control, well oiled nightmare machine, let loose on our psyche. I think love’s not part of his synchronicity, but I could be wrong.

I hope for more horror, suffering and cursed ways. I hope it to only exist in fiction. I hope it cleanse our world of it all. I hope for everybody to stop, and start reading.

Thank you for reading.