“We have been living through a time of sorrow. Our seed remains seed. Our nostrils are dusty.”
Source: The Goblins of Eros
“We have been living through a time of sorrow. Our seed remains seed. Our nostrils are dusty.”
“Someday men will learn to irrigate and spread fertilizer instead of praying for fertility.”
“Poverty in western Mexico is an Unconditional Sentence.”