Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.

If I Had The Use Of My Body, I Would Throw It Out The Window.

Habit Is A Great Deadener.

There's Something Dripping In My Head. A Heart, A Heart In My Head.

The Essential Is To Go On Squirming Forever At The End Of The Line, As Long As There Are Waters And Banks And Ravening In Heaven Asporting God To Plague His Creature, Per Pro His Chosen Shits.

Sometimes I Wonder If I'm In My Right Mind. Then It Passes Off And I'm As Intelligent As Ever.