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The First Mistake Of Art Is To Assume That It's Serious.

Look At It This Way: There Are Many Here Among Us For Whom The Life Force Is Best Represented By The Livid Twitching Of One Tortured Nerve, Or Even A Full-scale Anxiety Attack. I Do Not Subscribe To This Point Of View 100 Percent, But I Understand It, Have Lived It. Thus The Shriek, The Caterwaul, The Chainsaw Gnarlgnashing, The Yowl And The Whizz That Decapitates May Be Reheard By The Adventurous Or Emotionally Damaged As Mellifluous Bursts Of Unarguable Affirmation.

I Can Guarantee You One Thing, We Will Never Agree On Anything As We Agreed On Elvis.

They Wouldn't Be Heroes If They Were Infallible, In Fact They Wouldn't Be Heroes If They Weren't Miserable Wretched Dogs, The Pariahs Of The Earth, Besides Which The Only Reason To Build Up An Idol Is To Tear It Down Again.

Basically No, I Mean I Think That It's Very Easy To Like I Say, Smoke A Joint Or Even To Wear A Chairman Mao Button, Or Do A Lot Of These Things With Out Knowing What's Behind It, And What It Really Means.