Habit Is A Great Deadener.

My Work Is A Matter Of Fundamental Sounds (no Joke Intended) Made As Fully As Possible, And I Accept Responsibility For Nothing Else. If People Want To Have Headaches Among The Overtones, Let Them. And Provide Their Own Aspirin.

I Have Nothing But Wastes And Wilds Of Self-translation Before Me For Many Miserable Months To Come.

Lick Your Neighbor As Yourself!

I Want Very Much To Be Back In The Caul, On My Back In The Dark Forever.

The Sun Shone, Having No Alternative, On The Nothing New.