The Poet Is A Liar

The Public Only Takes Up Yesterday As A Stick To Beat Today.

It Is Not I Who Become Addicted, It Is My Body.

I Feel Myself Inhabited By A Force Or Being -- Very Little Known To Me. It Gives The Orders; I Follow.

Keep Braiding One's Wavelengths Back Into Oneself. That Way They Gain All The More External Power And Surround Us With A Huge Affective And Protective Zone. Don't Talk About This. Never Talk About Our Secret Methods. If We Talk About Them, They Stop Working.

The Art Of Genius Is Knowing How Far Out Is Too Far.