I Am The Lizard King. I Can

I Believe In A Long, Prolonged, Derangement Of The Senses In Order To Obtain The Unknown.

I'll Never Wake Up In A Good Mood Again. I'm Tired Of These Stinky Boots

The Subject Says: I See First Many Things Which Dance... Then Everything Gradually Becomes Connected.

Love Cannot Save You From Your Own Fate.

The World Becomes An Apparently Infinite, Yet Possibly Finite, Card Game. Image Combinations, Permutations, Comprise The World Game.