“I'll turn into a god of pain and disease and build an altar to you from the bones of your murderer. Their suffering will be my first odes, and they will not end until I feel satisfied that even dead,… — Ayize Jama-Everett Copy Share Image
“I didn't just feel it; I recorded each and every sensation. I can replicate each one. I will. I'll play it back plus ten for the pastardthat caused my love to fall. And before they go down, I'll wet the… — Ayize Jama-Everett Copy Share Image
“Times like this, I don't wish for ignorance. I look around and I see the bloated ignorance of the lumpen proletariat: roly-poly, sausage-fingered, ginger-topped… — Ayize Jama-Everett Copy Share Image
“I'll turn into a god of pain and disease and build an altar to you from the bones of your murderer. Their suffering will… — Ayize Jama-Everett Copy Share Image
“I didn't just feel it; I recorded each and every sensation. I can replicate each one. I will. I'll play it back plus ten… — Ayize Jama-Everett Copy Share Image
“I've never had this kind of scrap with one of our kind, only heard about them. You ever hear about a whole town losing… — Ayize Jama-Everett Copy Share Image
