Two In Distressmake Sorrow Less.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

My Work Is A Matter Of Fundamental Sounds (no Joke Intended) Made As Fully As Possible, And I Accept Responsibility For Nothing Else. If People Want To Have Headaches Among The Overtones, Let Them. And Provide Their Own Aspirin.

I Love Order. It's My Dream. A World Where All Would Be Silent And Still, And Each Thing In Its Last Place, Under The Last Dust.

Don't Touch Me! Don't Question Me! Don't Speak To Me! Stay With Me!

In The Name Of Bacon Will You Chicken Me Up That Egg. Shall I Swallow Cave-phantoms?