Art Does Not Die Because

Smile And Others Will Smile Back.

A Society Which Allows An Abominable Event To Burgeon From Its Dung Heap And Grow On Its Surface Is Like A Man Who Lets A Fly Crawl Unheeded Across His Face Or Saliva Dribble From His Mouth -- Either Epileptic Or Dead.

Democracy Is The Menopause Of Western Society, The Grand Climacteric Of The Body Social. Fascism Is Its Middle-aged Lust.

Welcome To The Desert Of The Real.

Forgetting The Extermination Is Part Of The Extermination Itself.