If You Ask Me What I Want,

Every Day A Sharp Tool, A Powerful Destroyer, Is Necessary To Cut Away Dullness, Lobotomy, Buzzing, Belief In Human Beings, Stagnancy, Images, And Accumulation. As Soon As We Stop Believing In Human Beings, Rather Know We Are Dogs And Trees, We'll Start To Be Happy.

I Wasn't Really Into Body Piercings Until I Found That About Half My Female Students Had Them.

After Hatuey, A Fifteenth-century Indian Insurrectionist, Had Been Fixed To The Stake, His Spanish Captors Extended Him The Choice Of Converting To Christianity And Ascending To Heaven Of Going Unrepentantly To Hell. Gathering That His Executioners Expected To Go To Heaven, Hatuey Chose The Other

A Language Is The Appearances Of Connections Therefore Language As In Writing Doesn't Express Anything: It Creates.

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.