"Mercurius Terminimus and his chemical muse present a spiraling warp-drive mind trip of a revelation which expects that upon completion of this little libellus [of poetry], you will just go about your day like you hadn't just been dragged through a volcano at the bottom of a holographic ocean on the moon. We would tell you this should be as widely disseminated as possible but we're worried about it somehow fixing everything or making everything fall apart (these not being mutually exclusive of course), and then what would you do with your evenings? We'd be lying if we said we understood all of it, but we'd also feel we'd be lying if we said we didn't.Every chapter a different voice. Or not. One never settles. Even if that means letting one get settled for just a bit before pulling the rug out. Or pushing the rug under. Maybe there won't even be a rug. Or a floor. Or a reader. The only constant is change. If a book is written in the middle of the woods, and a tree falls on the author, does anybody give a shit?The possibilities are endless. But the point is that all at once is boring. We have everything, whenever, wherever, and it blows. People forget that the biggest reason roller coasters are exciting is the line. Keep em' wanting more. That's the trick. Just like X. They think want it. But they really just want to want it." - R.H. 2016
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