Oh, This Beer Here Is

Shall I Project A World?

What Are The Stars But Points In The Body Of God Where We Insert The Healing Needles Of Our Terror And Longing?

In Recent Weeks, In True Messianic Style, It Has Come Clear To Her That Her Real Identity Is Literally, The Force Of Gravity. I Am Gravity, I Am That Against Which The Rocket Must Struggle, To Which Prehistoric Wastes Submit And Are Transmuted To The Very Substance Of History.

Our History Is An Aggregate Of Last Moments

To Have Humanism We Must First Be Convinced Of Our Humanity. As We Move Further Into Decadence This Becomes More Difficult.