The Censorship Of Language Is The Censorship

You Are What You Think About All Day.

It's Time We Did Something To Assert Ourselves. After All, We Do Comprise 10% Of The Population.

In My Dreams You Walk Dripping From A Sea Journey On The Highway Across America In Tears To The Door Of My Cottage In The Western Night

[william Butler] Yeats Has The Phrase Hodos Chameliontos, Chameleon-like, In That You Don't Know Where The Beginning Or The Middle Or The End Is, So It's An Unrelieved Hallucination, Because You Don't Know Where You're Coming In And You Don't Know Where You're Going Out. It Ends, You're Going Into The Hallucination, Or Maybe Coming Out Of It, I Don't Know.

Inside Skull Vast As Outside Skull