Topic: ConfrontationsI am not afraid of confrontations. Indeed, I find them quite enjoyable ( Read more... )

I regret my marraige ( Read more... )

I came home, the morning after I lost my virginity, and crawled into bed next to my sister. It had been a long time since I had done this and the strange quality of this offering was not lost on Regan. She had turned to me questioningly ( Read more... )

This question amuses me. There is an obsession with reason that pervades our contemporary life that borders upon, ironically, the unreasonableMust there be a reason for everything? Must there be a reason for anything? Perhaps some things just are. We exist and we live and we fuck, shit, eat and die and there is no reason either in the smallest ( Read more... )

Edmund came a calling today. He has been rather indisposed of late. He has been a busy little boy, running around with my sister, enjoying the few talents she has to offer. Not that he realises I know this. Idiot man. Of course I know it. I make it my business to know everything he does. He must think me a complete fool, not to smell her odour upon ( Read more... )

There is no pre-destiny. Fates are written, but not in the stars. They are written by people. There is no self-determination. Freedom is a lie, not because we are all preordained to walk a chosen path, but because all free will is always mediated by the free will of others, making in many instances the choices we have so limited as to be barely a ( Read more... )