Taste Is Tiring Like Good

My Ass Contemplates Those Who Talk Behind My Back.

A Free Spirit Takes Liberties Even With Liberty Itself.

Every Page Must Explode, Whether Through Seriousness, Profundity, Turbulence, Nausea, The New, The Eternal, Annihilating Nonsense, Enthusiasm For Principles, Or The Way It Is Printed.

Between My Head And My Hand, There Is Always The Face Of Death.

Knowledge Is Ancient Error Reflecting On Its Youth.