Sandwich (speaking to Wilkes): Sir, you shall either be hung or shall die of a loathsome disease.
Wilkes (replying): That depends, Sir, on whether I embrace your principles or your mistress.
poetry, stories of my abnormal life, self opinions, & true selves.
"I tread on the bones of those once held near, dear to my heart,
I am forgotten as once I was known, left only to devices entirely my own
I am lost to despair, awash with emotion strong and singularly insulated from reality..." -Eiri Waters