This Is My Child, He

What You Alter In The Remembering Has Yet A Reality, Known Or Not.

My Perfect Day Is Sitting In A Room With Some Blank Paper. That's Heaven. That's Gold, And Anything Else Is Just A Waste Of Time.

Probably I Dont Believe In A Lot Of Things That I Used To Believe In But That Doesnt Mean I Dont Believe In Anything.

Whatever In Creation Exists Without My Knowledge Exists Without My Consent.

Do You Have Any Notion Of How Goddamned Crazy You Are?