Culture Is That Which Falsifies.

A Novel Is A Book With A Lot Of Pages.

Yeah, I Mean, I Put Work Out There For People To Use And I'm Grateful When You Use It.

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.

Get Rid Of Meaning. Your Mind Is A Nightmare That Has Been Eating You: Now Eat Your Mind.

I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Cannot Make Up, Which I Cannot Create Or Even Create In: I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Can Only Come Up Upon (as I Disappear), A Pirate Upon Buried Treasure. The Dreamer, The Dreaming, The Dream. I Call These Languages, Languages Of The Body.