Death Needs Time For What It Kills

I Think Anybody Incapable Of Changing His Mind Is Crazy.

The American Uppermiddle-class Citizen Is A Composite Of Negatives. He Is Largely Delineated By What He Is Not.

The Dark Gods Of Pain Are Surfacing From The Immemorial Filth Of Time.

Writers, Like Elephants, Have Long, Vicious Memories. There Are Things I Wish I Could Forget.

The People In Power Will Not Disappear Voluntarily, Giving Flowers To The Cops Just Isn't Going To Work. This Thinking Is Fostered By The Establishment; They Like Nothing Better Than Love And Nonviolence. The Only Way I Like To See Cops Given Flowers Is In A Flower Pot From A High Window.