3 Quotes by Jack De'Lacy

A fruitless move from a heartless little wretch. Your heart is black, as blood in the night. The pendulum swings my boy! To and fro. Click. ... Click. Listen. Sense. Do you feel the tempo in your demonic heart? Timing matters boy! Dare to let the waves of emotion takeover. Those augmented waves have shape. Complexity. You are too simple to understand. Convex or concave. You boy are flat. Weak and flat.

Those mischievous birds are thirsty. Laughter can dry the mouth of any mammal. Yet I don't hear you laugh my boy! They seek what you seek boy. Flap their wings across your conscience. Let their feathers tickle your dark soul.

I feel death and pain like a tickling pleasure caressing my cheek with a loving, outstretched finger. The sane are troubled by this. The insane thrive on its liberation.