Equality Is What Does Not Exist Among

Listen; There's A Hell Of A Good Universe Next Door: Let's Go.

The Symbol Of All Art Is The Prism. The Goal Is Unrealism. The Method Is Destructive. To Break Up The White Light Of Objective Realism, Into The Secret Glories Which It Contains.

Now The Ears Of My Ears Awake And Now The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

(existing's Tricky:but To Live's A Gift)

And Still The Mad Magnificent Herald Spring Assembles Beauty From Forgetfulness With The Wild Trump Of April:witchery Of Sound And Odour Drives The Wingless Thing Man Forth In The Bright Air.