I Can't Go On. I'll Go On.

James Joyce Was A Synthesizer, Trying To Bring In As Much As He Could. I Am An Analyzer, Trying To Leave Out As Much As I Can.

An Imaginative Adventure Does Not Enjoy The Same Corsets As Reportage.

It Is Useless Not To Seek, Not To Want, For When You Cease To Seek You Start To Find, And When You Cease To Want, Then Life Begins To Ram Her Fish And Chips Down Your Gullet Until You Puke, And Then The Puke Down Your Gullet Until You Puke The Puke, And Then The Puked Puke Until You Begin To Like It.

Nothing Happens. Nobody Comes, Nobody Goes. It's Awful.

Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide, That Was Always My Motto.