Strangeness Is The Indispensable Condiment Of All

In My Mind It Strolls, As Well As In My Apartment. A Cat, Strong, Sweet And Delightful.

I Love Wagner, But The Music I Prefer Is That Of A Cat Hung Up By Its Tail Outside A Window And Trying To Stick To The Panes Of Glass With Its Claws.

On The Vaporization And The Centralization Of The Self. All Is There.

I Throw Fresh Seeds Out. Who Knows What Survives?

Torture, As The Art Of Discovering The Truth, Is Barbaric Nonsense; It Is The Application Of A Material Means To A Spiritual End.