Pain Is The World. I Don't Have

Culture Is That Which Falsifies.

It Was Only When We Were In That Bed, High Above The World - Then I Thought The Birds Could Have Been Circling Around Our Bodies Circled Around Each Other - That We Made Our World Totally Separated From Everything Else. It Was The Only Way We Could Be Together.

I Am A Limitless Series Of Natural Disasters And All Of These Disasters Have Been Unnaturally Repressed.

The Personal Interiorization Of The Practice Of Humiliation Is Called Humility.

Every Day A Sharp Tool, A Powerful Destroyer, Is Necessary To Cut Away Dullness, Lobotomy, Buzzing, Belief In Human Beings, Stagnancy, Images, And Accumulation. As Soon As We Stop Believing In Human Beings, Rather Know We Are Dogs And Trees, We'll Start To Be Happy.