Art Exists Because Reality Is Neither Real

Au Revoir, Jewelled Alligators And White Hotels, Hallucinatory Forests, Farewell.

Along With Our Passivity, We're Entering A Profoundly Masochistic Phase Everyone Is A Victim These Days, Of Parents, Doctors, Pharmaceutical Companies, Even Love Itself. And How Much We Enjoy It. Our Happiest Moments Are Spent Trying To Think Up New Varieties Of Victimhood.

In The Post-warhol Era A Single Gesture Such As Uncrossing One's Legs Will Have More Significance Than All The Pages In War And Peace.

Sleep Is An Eight-hour Peep Show Of Infantile Erotica.

The Future Is Going To Be Boring. The Suburbanisation Of The Planet Will Continue, And The Suburbanisation Of The Soul Will Follow Soon After.