You Know I've Had Work Banned.

The Only Reaction Against An Unbearable Society Is Equally Unbearable Nonsense.

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

Death Is Another Bar Which Lies Several Steps Below The Normal World. I'm At Its Threshold, But Not Yet In It. Its Doorway Is Doorless.

Writing Must Be A Machine For Breaking Down, That Is, Allowing The Now Uncontrolled And Uncontrollable Reconstitutions Of Thoughts And Expressions. All Other Kinds Of Writing Simply Express.

My Nutritionist Read My Pathology Report And Said, "there's Only One Way You Can Beat Your Cancer." "what's That?" "you Have To Find Out What Caused It.