If You Ask Me What I Want,

Dreams Are Manifestations Of Identities.

I Find Waiting Unbearable Because It Makes Me Passive And Negates Me. I Hate Being Nothing.

We Come Crawling Through These Cracks, Orphans, Lobotomies; If You Ask Me What I Want, I'll Tell You. I Want Everything. Whole Rotten World Come Down And Break. Let Me Spread My Legs.

Literature Is That Which Denounces And Slashes Apart The Repressing Machine At The Level Of The Signified.

Everytime You Read, You Are Walking Among The Dead, And, If You Are Listening, You Just Might Hear Prophecies.