Science Fiction Writers, I Am Sorry To

Once A Guy Stood All Day Shaking Bugs From His Hair.

To Live Is To Be Haunted.

The Empire Is The Institution, The Codification, Of Derangement; It Is Insane And Imposes Its Insanity On Us By Violence, Since Its Nature Is A Violent One.

I'd Like To See You Move Up To The Goat Class, Where I Think You Belong.

Life In Anaheim, California, Was A Commercial For Itself, Endlessly Replayed. Nothing Changed; It Just Spread Out Farther And Farther In The Form Of Neon Ooze. What There Was Always More Of Had Been Congealed Into Permanence Long Ago, As If The Automatic Factory That Cranked Out These Objects Had Jammed In The On Position.