Culture Is That Which Falsifies.

I Am A Limitless Series Of Natural Disasters And All Of These Disasters Have Been Unnaturally Repressed.

I'm What Happens After Death, Which Is Writing.

It Was Only When We Were In That Bed, High Above The World - Then I Thought The Birds Could Have Been Circling Around Our Bodies Circled Around Each Other - That We Made Our World Totally Separated From Everything Else. It Was The Only Way We Could Be Together.

Love Goes Away When Your Mind Goes Away And Then You're Someone Else.

I Might Be Writing What People Expect Me To Write, Writing From That Place Where I Might Be Ruled By Economic Considerations. To Overcome That, I Started Working With My Dreams, Because Im Not So Censored When I Use Dream Material.