I saw the spiders marching through the air,Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed dayIn latter August when the hayCame creaking to the barn. But whereThe wind is westerly,Where gnarled November makes the spiders flyInto the apparitions of the sky,They purpose nothing but their ease and dieUrgently beating east to sunrise and the sea;
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Quote from Stephen Biro, Hellucination
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Quote from Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell
Quote from Richard Matheson, What Dreams May Come
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Quote from Aaron B. Powell, Doomsday Diaries III: Luke the Protector
Quote from W.N.P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
Suppose the hellfire of the orthodox really existed! We have no assurance that it does not! It seems incredible, but many incredible things are true. We do not know that God is not as cruel as a Spanish inquisitor. Suppose, then, He is! If, after Death, we wicked ones were shovelled into a furnace of fire- we should have to burn. There would be no redress. It would simply be the Divine Order of things. It is outrageous that we should be so helpless and so dependent on any one- even God.
Quote from Stephen Biro, Hellucination
Imagine your life is a big canvas. Picture it in your mind and think about the beginnning of your painting of life.You’re fourteen yours old, and you are lucky if you have one seventh painted. Now imagine the rest of the canvas is totaly empty. Every day you live, and every month and every year, means another inch that is painted on that canvas. You’re going to be painting this empty canvas with your life and when you get to the end of it, what is that painting going to look like?