The Self Cannot Be Escaped, But It

And I Sat There Getting Drunker And Drunker And More In Love And More In Love...and You Can Never Touch A Girl In The Same Way More Than Once, Twice, Or Another Number Of Times However Much You May Wish To Hold, Wrap, Or Otherwise Fix Her Hand, Or Look, Or Some Other Quality, Or Incident, Known To You Previously.

The World Is Sagging, Snagging, Scaling, Spalling, Pilling, Pinging, Pitting, Warping, Checking, Fading, Chipping, Cracking, Yellowing, Leaking, Stalling, Shrinking, And In Dynamic Unbalance.

One Of The Pleasures Of Art Is That It Enables The Mind To Move In Unanticipated Directions, To Make Connections That May Be In Some Sense Errors But Are Fruitful Nonetheless.

Let Me Point Out, If It Has Escaped Your Notice, That What An Artist Does, Is Fail.

Well Chaps First I'd Like To Say A Few Vile Things More Or Less At Random, Not Only Because It Is Expected Of Me But Also Because I Enjoy It.