Status Updates From The Terrible Stories

''how can this david love himself, be loved if he stands in the tents of history bloody skull in one hand, harp in the other?''

''and passion the fourth and the fifth was the stone of my regret it was hunger''

''how it was it was as if all of the blood in my body gorged into my loin so that even my fingers grew stiff but cold and the heat of my rod was my only burning desire, desire my only fire and whether i loved her i could not say but i wanted her whatever she was whether a curse or the wife of uriah''

''for his sake i have learned the taste of blood. in battle i would drink his and he mine.''

''what then of the moon, the room, the bed, the poetry of regret?''

''why am i not feeding, not being fed?''