15-01-09 O thou my friend! The prosperity of Crime is like unto the lightning, whose traitorous brilliancies embellish the atmosphere but for an instant, in order to hurl into death's very depths the luckless one they have dazzled. Yes, Constance, it is to t...

14-06-23 Lord and Chariot Rickey Laurentiis I say the dead done caught me in a special knot and lured, and dragged me to the interior. I say his face is strange here, a moment cruel but not without its silk, its earned sadness. He asks me to touch it, so I t...