Men And The World Are Mutually Toxic

A Man Is An Angel That Has Gone Deranged.

I Have Seen Myself Backward.

Reality Is Just A Point Of View.

How Undisturbed, The Sleep Of The Foolish.

There Was A Beauty In The Trash Of The Alleys Which I Had Never Noticed Before; My Vision Seemed Sharpened, Rather Than Impaired. As I Walked Along It Seemed To Me That The Flattened Beer Cans And Papers And Weeds And Junk Mail Had Been Arranged By The Wind Into Patterns; These Patterns, When I Scrutinized Them, Lay Distributed So As To Comprise A Visual Language.