Ideology Is: Intellectual Ordering Of The Feelings;

Layer By Layer Art Strips Life Bare.

Every Word Wants To Be Taken Literally, Else It Decays Into A Lie. But One Mustn't Take Any Word Literally, Else The World Becomes A Madhouse.

One Must Conform To The Baseness Of An Age Or Become Neurotic.

Life Forms A Surface That Acts As If It Could Not Be Otherwise, But Under Its Skin Things Are Pounding And Pulsing.

The Thoughts Of My Emotionally So Disturbed Days Must Be Found Again, Shifted And Developed Further. Here And There Something Of The Loose Remarks I Make Must Be Used, But Only When It Finds My Attention Again.