Piss Off Satan And Don't Take Me

Last Night I Woke Up With Someone Squeezing My Hand. It Was My Other Hand.

Nothing Is True, Everything Is Permitted.

I Don't Care If People Hate My Guts; I Assume Most Of Them Do. The Important Question Is Whether They Are In A Position To Do Anything About It.

Visual Art And Writing Don't Exist On An Aesthetic Hierarchy That Positions One Above The Other, Because Each Is Capable Of Things The Other Can't Do At All. Sometimes One Picture Is Equal To 30 Pages Of Discourse, Just As There Are Things Images Are Completely Incapable Of Communicating.

The Only Possible Ethic Is To Do What One Wants To Do.