Yeah, I Mean, I Put Work Out

Murder Is A Dream Because Lack Is The Center Of Both.

'cause Humans, Above All, Fear Intelligence. How Humans, Scared Out Of Their Minds, Gather Whatever Intelligence They Can Put Their Hands On And Put It All In A Central Penitentiary Named Facts.

It Was Only When We Were In That Bed, High Above The World - Then I Thought The Birds Could Have Been Circling Around Our Bodies Circled Around Each Other - That We Made Our World Totally Separated From Everything Else. It Was The Only Way We Could Be Together.

I Understand That Postmodern Literature Probably Means People Like Delillo, The Fiction Collective, But I Don't Get It That Those Writers Are Really Influenced By Postmodern Theorists.

Life Doesn't Exist Inside Language: Too Bad For Me.