Pretty Heartattacks

…held within what hung open and made to lie without escape.

you have a mother who’s an angel and a father who is a cannibal king, and when you have sailed on the ocean all your whole life, then you don’t know just how to behave…

…battle not with monsters lest you become one.

…the “Earth” without “Art”, is just “Eh”.

…he came back one day and told me stories that I now dream of.

…to the soldier, the civillian. the martyr, the victim…this is war.

…if you are lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it.