Bull's End

He was a big big man in a small small world; his graveyard complexion condemed life itself.

Not because it reflected death, that too was condemned. It was because the absence of any humanly perceivable color engulfed all concepts of meaning, purpose and being.  

This left the little people of Bull's End terrified and full of malice.

I Support No Meaning

Nothing after and nothing before will always be more interesting than your religons and your metaphysical tom-foolery. Look, everything crumbles into nothing like the burn stain of the setting sun or light flickering off a red leaf or the dazzle of her passing eyes. No meaning excites me. Wink out damn spot; show me the non of true Universal sight.

Frame Change

Animals of the pasture and prairie: The poor to violence must fly.