I'm Delirious Because I'm Dying So Fast.

On The Meridian Of Time, There Is No Injustice: There Is Only The Poetry Of Motion Creating The Illusion Of Truth And Drama.

We Are Swimming On The Face Of Time And All Else Has Drowned, Is Drowning, Or Will Drown.

The Wallpaper With Which The Men Of Science Have Covered The World Of Reality Is Falling To Tatters. The Grand Whorehouse Which They Have Made Of Life Requires No Decoration; It Is Essential That Only The Drains Function Adequately. Beauty, That Feline Beauty That Has Us By The Balls In America, Is Finished.

If Men Cease To Believe That They Will One Day Become Gods Then They Will Surely Become Worms.

Chaos Is The Score Upon Which Reality Is Written.