Wars Are No Longer Waged In The

The Lyricism Of Marginality May Find Inspiration In The Image Of The Outlaw, The Great Social Nomad, Who Prowls On The Confines Of A Docile, Frightened Order.

The Constitution Of Madness As A Mental Illness, At The End Of The Eighteenth Century, Affords The Evidence Of A Broken Dialogue, Posits The Separation As Already Effected, And Thrusts Into Oblivion All Those Stammered, Imperfect Words Without Fixed Syntax In Which The Exchange Between Madness And Reason Was Made. The Language Of Psychiatry, Which Is A Monologue Of Reason About Madness, Has Been Established Only On The Basis Of Such A Silence.

Unreason Is In The Same Relation To Reason As Dazzlement To The Brightness Of Daylight Itself.

I Wasn't Always Smart, I Was Actually Very Stupid In School [t]here Was A Boy Who Was Very Attractive Who Was Even Stupider Than I Was. And In Order To Ingratiate Myself With This Boy Who Was Very Beautiful, I Began To Do His Homework For Him – And That's How I Became Smart, I Had To Do All This Work To Just Keep Ahead Of Him A Little Bit, In Order To Help Him. In A Sense, All The Rest Of My Life I've Been Trying To Do Intellectual Things That Would Attract Beautiful Boys.

...if You Are Not Like Everybody Else, Then You Are Abnormal, If You Are Abnormal , Then You Are Sick. These Three Categories, Not Being Like Everybody Else, Not Being Normal And Being Sick Are In Fact Very Different But Have Been Reduced To The Same Thing