Choose Your Temple of Fanaticism With Great Care

David Foster Wallace

February 21, 1962 – September 12, 2008

Sleep well, sweet prince, and always remember, te occidere possunt sed te edere non possunt nefas est. They can kill you, but the legalities of eating you are quite a bit dicier.

Her silhouette leans and says 'And Lo, for the Earth was empty of form, and void.

'And Darkness was all over the Face of the Deep.

'And We said:

'Look at that fucker Dance.'