Sometimes when you decide you can go all the way in life and nothing can stop you, sometimes it's like an addiction that keeps you going further and further, but addiction is always about the escape, the refusal to partake of reality, the insistence on dreams, or is it obsession, is it what makes you desire to fall and fly at the same time ,to become one of time by being freed of it, is it the poisonous gift that is all the sweeter. We create our own hell, and when others, the ones obsessed with control, come, they will come to dispute that you have infringed on their territory, that only they can tax and levy and punish and hurt and teach and demand and insist and be loved and worshiped and respected and by respect they mean fear, there is a boundary that one can cross be it art or pain or fear or all other things, all but love, and once you cross it you will have to look yourself in the face,what do you see there now that your money is spent and your strength is gone and you are growing fat and your biggest enemy, old age, has finally arrived to turn you into dirt that cannot scrape itself off others anymore.
Review of Graphic Sexual Horror
