The Fact To Which We Have Got

The Apparition Of An Evil, Sick Unconscious Wild City Rose Before Me In Visible Semblance, And About The Dead Buildings In The Barren Air, The Bodies Of The Soul That Built The Wonderland Shuffled And Stalked And Stalked And Lurched In Attitudes Of Immemorial Nightmare All Around.

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

We Are Great Writers On The Same Dreadful Typewriter

What Is Obscenity? And To Whom?

I Saw The Best Minds Of My Generation Destroyed By Madness, Starving Hysterical Naked.