There should be no distinction between what we write down, and what we really know.
Our heads are round so thought can change direction
When it snows in your nose, you catch cold in your brain.
what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination
I think it was when I ran into Kerouac and Burroughs - when I was 17 - that I realized I was talking through an empty skull... I wasn't thinking my own thoughts or saying my own thoughts.
I know too much and not enough