I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.

The poignancy of a photograph comes from looking back to a fleeting moment in a floating world. The transitoriness is what creates the sense of the sacred

The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train because the other side of the world was waiting for dawn.

If I had a soul I sold it for pretty words If I had a body I used it up spurting my essence Allen Ginsberg warns you dont follow my path to extinction

Whoever controls the media, the images, controls the culture.

Inside skull vast as outside skull

I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.