“It’s Like The Logical Progressions of Stupidity and Appetite… Circle-Jerking The Matrix… in A Waltz to The Death.”
We are surrounded on all sides by dancing marionettes and someone is pulling the strings. I’m not interested in saying who is doing what, and it doesn’t matter to me because everything is a shadow play between the light and dark, with God… personalized… on one side… and The Prince of Darkness on the other. God Impersonal controls them both
