The Future Is Always Here In The

And Now Each Night, I Count The Stars. And Each Night I Get The Same Number. And When The Stars Won't Come To Be Counted, I Count The Holes They Leave.

When I Die, The Consciousness I Carry I Will To Black People. May They Pick Me Apart And Take The Useful Parts, The Sweet Meat Of My Feelings. And Leave The Bitter Bullshit Rotten White Parts Alone.

Who Has Ever Stopped To Think Of The Divinity Of Lamont Cranston?

Atheist Jews Double Crossers Stole Our [black People’s] Secrets. . . . They Give Us To Worship A Dead Jew And Not Ourselves . . . . Selling Fried Potatoes And People, The Little Arty Bastards Talking Arithmetic They Sucked From The Arab’s Head.

Art Is Whatever Makes You Proud To Be Human.