A Taste Older Than Meat, Older Than

Life Is Like A Cucumber. One Minute It's In Your Hand, The Next It's Up You Ass.

Love Joins And Then Divides. How Else Would We Be Growing?

An Idea Is Like A Rare Bird Which Cannot Be Seen. What One Sees Is The Trembling Of The Branch It Has Just Left.

Gamblers And Lovers Really Play To Lose.

Art—the Meaning Of The Pattern Of Our Common Actions In Reality. The Cloth-of-gold That Hides Behind The Sackcloth Of Reality, Forced Out By The Pain Of Human Memory.