Death Is Every Man's Final Critic. To

There Is A Deep, Abiding, Unshakable Satisfaction In A Life Of Complete Failure.

Man Was Created To Complete The Horse.

Jack Kerouac, Like A Sick Refrigerator, Worked Too Hard At Keeping Cool And Died On His Mama's Lap From Alcohol And Infantilism.

Christian Theology: Nothing So Grotesque Could Possibly Be True.

What Draws Us Into The Desert Is The Search For Something Intimate In The Remote.