And I thought that I was a pessimist! The language of ultimate despair. Dark laughter drawn from a sadness, a jaded contempt for homo sapiens and "the blinding terrors of consciousness." Praying for amnesia and oblivion. Extraordinary world weariness and misanthropy--as
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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