To Hell With Reality! I

You Can Lose Your Way Groping Among The Shadows Of The Past.

In The Kitchens Of Love, After All, Vice Is Like The Pepper In A Good Sauce; It Brings Out The Flavor, It’s Indispensable.

I Piss On You All From A Considerable Height.

Never Believe Straight Off In A Man's Unhappiness. Ask Him If He Can Still Sleep. If The Answer's "yes," All's Well. That Is Enough.

There's A Point Of Poverty At Which The Spirit Isn't With The Body All The Time. It Finds The Body Really Too Unbearable. So It's Almost As If You Were Talking To The Soul Itself. And A Soul's Not Properly Responsible.