On This Twelfth Day Of My Diet

Whatever Is Not An Energy Source, Is An Energy Sink.

The Incidence Of Violent Brand-loyalty To One's Own Current Dogma Has Risen.

Art Is A Game Only If You Playat It, A Mirror That Reflects From The Inside Out.

We're Herded Into Schools And Terrified Into Behaving. Taught How We're Supposed To Pretend To Be, Taught To Parrot All Kinds Of Nonsense At The Flick Of A Switch, Taught To Keep Our Heads Down And Our Elbows In And Shut Off Our Minds And Shut Off Our Sex. We Learn We Can't Even Piss When We Have To. That's How We Learn To Be Plastic And Dumb.

What A Richly Colored Strong Warm Coat Is Woven When Love Is The Warp And Work Is The Woof.