The Universal View Melts Things Into A

I Would Like To Explode, Flow, Crumble Into Dust, And My Disintegration Would Be My Masterpiece.

Democracy: A Festival Of Mediocrity.

I Am Like A Broken Puppet Whose Eyes Have Fallen Inside.

Each Concession We Make Is Accompanied By An Inner Diminution Of Which We Are Not Immediately Conscious.

The Sole Means Of Protecting Your Solitude Is To Offend Everyone, Beginning With Those You Love.