Whoever Controls The Media, The Images, Controls

My Own Experience Is That A Certain Kind Of Genius Among Students Is Best Brought Out In Bed.

Who’ll Come Lie Down In The Dark With Me Belly To Belly And Knee To Knee Who’ll Look Into My Hooded Eye Who’ll Lie Down Under My Darkened Thigh?

One Must Verge On The Unknown, Write Toward The Truth Hitherto Unrecognizable Of One’s Own Sincerity, Including The Avoidable Beauty Of Doom, Shame, And Embarrassment, That Very Area Of Personal Self-recognition,(detailed Individual Is Universal Remember) Which Formal Conventions, Internalized, Keep Us From Discovering In Ourselves And Others

Who Can Live With This Consciousness And Not Wake Frightened At Sunrise?

You Are What You Think About All Day.