Never Underestimate The Power Of The State

Her Death Would Leave Me Scattered, Talking To Chairs And Pillows. Don't Let Us Die, I Want To Cry Out To That Fifth-century Sky Ablaze With Mystery And Spiral Light. Let Us Both Live Forever, In Sickness And Health, Feebleminded, Doddering, Toothless, Liver-spotted, Dim-sighted, Hallucinating. Who Decides These Things? What Is Out There? Who Are You?

Tourism Is The March Of Stupidity.

I'd Like To Lose Interest In Myself.

I Don’t Want Your Candor. I Want Your Soul In A Silver Thimble.

Off-camera Lives Are Unverifiable.