You Are Born Modern, You Do Not

The Day The World Ends, No One Will Be There, Just As No One Was There When It Began. This Is A Scandal. Such A Scandal For The Human Race That It Is Indeed Capable Collectively, Out Of Spite, Of Hastening The End Of The World By All Means Just So It Can Enjoy The Show.

Cowardice And Courage Are Never Without A Measure Of Affectation. Nor Is Love. Feelings Are Never True. They Play With Their Mirrors.

The Yuppies Are Not Defectors From Revolt, They Are A New Race, Assured, Amnestied, Exculpated, Moving With Ease In The World Of Performance, Mentally Indifferent To Any Objective Other Than That Of Change And Advertising.

Boredom Is Like A Pitiless Zooming In On The Epidermis Of Time. Every Instant Is Dilated And Magnified Like The Pores Of The Face.

With The Truth, You Need To Get Rid Of It As Soon As Possible And Pass It On To Someone Else. As With Illness, This Is The Only Way To Be Cured Of It. The Person Who Keeps Truth In His Hands Has Lost.