Here I will drop my anchor in fertile ground.
Here we really know what we are talking about, because we have experienced the trembling and the awakening.
Drunk with energy, we are revenants thrusting the trident into heedless flesh. We are streams of curses in the tropical abundance of vertiginous vegetation, resin and rain is our sweat, we bleed and burn with thirst, our blood is strength.
The work of creative writers, written out of the author's real necessity, and for his own benefit. The awareness of a supreme egoism, wherein laws become significant. Every page should explode, either because of its profound gravity, or its vortex, vertigo, newness, eternity, or because of its staggering absurdity, the enthusiasm of its principles, or its typography.
Anchors are getting dropped,released,thrown,disposed,cast overboard,projected,deposited,planted,and thrust and its your fault for being fertile,
pls come back.