AMKent books

collective spots of void make a dusk, pierced pores of light like acne to skin rid the face of night with stars. Twisting manipulators of twilight house the unthinkable singularity in its womb like a hawking omen. Promethean shackles the laws of physics to the rock of existence, entropy the birds that rip and consume the Recycling damned. The cosmic balloon inflates with taught skin and a bloated soul, the martyr of heat. antediluvian soup spits the sapien, primordial event horizons cough spaces early contents. Wince at the flimsy excuses that stop the dark sky falling like an ocean of infinite, drowning in the great anomaly. Curled Malevolence from a Suicidal sun, even in all this empty space two Galaxies are destined to collide. The farm of matter, the cleansing of creation, the Absence of light to see like Diogenes’ search for an honest man. Gaze for an honest sensation, in the entropic torturer That’s munchausen falls upon you.