I want you to take me like mother of Pearl is taken by father of Hell.

I secretly believe that one day, on the other side of the universe, heartless people will be given a heart. I keep confusing that one day with now, but I keep thinking about the day when all vibrations will meet with love, and all wounds will vanish, somehow, somehow, in the only possible way...

“We gave them the idea that consuming is an act of defiance.” These words from The Target Shoots First are burning in my blood, making me desperate that I am here on this Earth, face to face with a million awful and lovable zombies. I know how grave these words are.

Irony: In high school, I fantasized about being an Indian temple whore out of Siddhartha; a couple of years later, I was sitting in the back of truck in Southern China, looking into the ruthless eyes of a sex trafficker. I avoided being sold to a brothel by an inch. It is almost mystical.

About a month ago, I watched a movie that left an important trace on my soul, and my mind keeps coming back to it. The movie is called Heavy Metal In Baghdad, it's a documentary about the only Iraqi heavy metal band. Yes, oppression, bombs, faith, and heavy metal.

It seems like the public is one enormous cheek ready to be slapped.