We Want The World And

The World Becomes An Apparently Infinite, Yet Possibly Finite, Card Game. Image Combinations, Permutations, Comprise The World Game.

I'm Kind Of Hooked To The Game Of Art And Literature; My Heroes Are Artists And Writers.

Resident Mockery, Give Us An Hour For Magic.

Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised? Where Is The Wine, The New Wine, Dying On The Vine.

Being Drunk Is A Good Disguise. I Drink So I Can Talk To Assholes. This Includes Me.