Higgeldy Piggeldy blue china eyes
My love comes to me in the fairest disguise
We skips and we totters
I seize her hind trotters
And enter her porcelain thighs.

Send the Tramp Catcher, cosh the old man
Sink him in a barrel of gin
When he's all mixed and the bones turned to jam
We'll raise a glass kindly to him.

He who makes a beast of himself removes himself from the pain of being human.

A cleansing fire always burns little Mandus, but it purifies and it makes anew. Did it hurt to carve out the fevered flesh? Did it hurt to cut free the gangrenous foot? Ask instead this: Can we save them?

I held your hand and watched the blood pool between your legs. You lived long enough to see Edwin, but not Enoch. I will take care of them my love, I promise you this.

Hands are bleeding, raw. I scrub and scrub but the smell will not lift. How can I hold my children with these hands now? How can I kiss them goodnight with lips that have issued such instruction?

This dawning Epoch, this age of reason. An empire grown fat, ripe for the bleeding.

Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

The desert dunes were like waves in a sluggish sea. While the caravan moved the land appeared motionless, but in camp the hills moved.

The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.

Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

The faint glow escaped my fingers and began to spark brightly and spirit me away. Unlocking alien memories of spiralling towers, endless deserts, and impossible geometry.

Centuries have passed in vain and I begin to wonder if I will ever be able to see my love again. How much longer can I sustain my life?

Optimism is a most hopeless feeling, but I must retain it.

One last thing, a shadow is following you. It's a living nightmare – breaking down reality. I have tried everything and there is no way to fight back. You need to escape it as long as you can.

Don't be afraid Daniel. I can't tell you why, but know this: I choose to forget. Try to find comfort and strength in that fact. There is a purpose. You are my final effort to put things right.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.

I know this. I've been here already. I know this taste – the taste of Damascus Rose obfuscating the truth in a dim haze. They may sweep the traces from my memory, but my body remembers. These cuts speak volumes, even though my mind remains silent.

They will be back. Oh, they will be back.

If I sleep – will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.

Why did he have to go in there? You don't go into burning houses. He should have known better.

There is no shame in using a parasol in the desert. As it happens, it's imperative to your survival!

The inner sanctum – my most precious chamber, Daniel. And it lies well beyond the refinery. In fact... it lies beneath the very stone of Brennenburg.

I tried downloading an aimbot to be the best at this game, but ended up with a malware.

It is a sign of strength, to cry out against fate, rather than to bow one's head and succumb.

Time passes, people move. Like a river's flow, it never ends. A childish mind will turn to noble ambition.