The Purpose Of Life Is To Remember.

To Make Living Itself An Art, That Is The Goal.

Everything Remains Unsettled Forever, Depend On It

Until We Lose Ourselves There Is No Hope Of Finding Ourselves.

I Too Love Everything That Flows: Rivers, Sewers, Lava, Semen, Blood, Bile, Words, Sentences. I Love The Amniotic Fluid When It Spills Out Of The Bag. I Love The Kidney With It's Painful Gall-stones, It's Gravel And What-not; I Love The Urine That Pours Out Scalding And The Clap That Runs Endlessly; I Love The Words Of Hysterics And The Sentences That Flow On Like Dysentery And Mirror All The Sick Images Of The Soul.

The Study Of Crime Begins With The Knowledge Of Oneself.