You Know I've Had Work Banned.

Every Day A Sharp Tool, A Powerful Destroyer, Is Necessary To Cut Away Dullness, Lobotomy, Buzzing, Belief In Human Beings, Stagnancy, Images, And Accumulation. As Soon As We Stop Believing In Human Beings, Rather Know We Are Dogs And Trees, We'll Start To Be Happy.

I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Cannot Make Up, Which I Cannot Create Or Even Create In: I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Can Only Come Up Upon (as I Disappear), A Pirate Upon Buried Treasure. The Dreamer, The Dreaming, The Dream. I Call These Languages, Languages Of The Body.

Those Who Are Driven By Poverty, Those Who're Free From Material Worries Hunger Exhausting Labor A Joyless Existence Ask The Same Question, The Question Of Meaning.

My Nutritionist Read My Pathology Report And Said, "there's Only One Way You Can Beat Your Cancer." "what's That?" "you Have To Find Out What Caused It.

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