Is Death That Which Gives Meaning To

We Are What We Have Been Told About Ourselves. We Are The Sum Of The Messages We Have Received. The True Messages. The False Messages.

Naked Girls With The Heads Of Marx And Malraux Prone And Helpless In The Glare Of The Headlights, Tried To Give Them A Little Joie De Vivre But Maybe It Didn't Take, Their Constant Bickering And Smallness, It's Like A Stroke Of Lightning, The World Reminds You Of Its Power, Tracheotomies Right And Left, I Am Spinning, My Pretty Child, Don't Scratch, Pick Up Your Feet, The Long Nights, Spent Most Of My Time Listening, This Is A Test Of The System, This Is Only A Test.

See The Moon? It Hates Us.

I Don’t Think You Can Talk About Progress In Art—movement, But Not Progress.

Succeed! It Has Been Done, And With A Stupidity That Can Astound The Most Experienced.