Chaos comes before all principles of order & entropy, it's neither a god nor a maggot, its idiotic desires encompass & define every possible choreography, all meaningless aethers & phlogistons: its masks are crystallizations of its own facelessness, like clouds.

If rulers refuse to consider poems as crimes, then someone must commit crimes that serve the function of poetry, or texts that possess the resonance of terrorism.

The media of sameness and separation represent the world in its most religious form - the structuring of the social in images.

...only drugs make you feel as good as people in TV ads appear to be.

The last possible deed is that which defines perception itself, an invisible golden chord that connects us: illegal dancing in the courthouse corridors.

Don't just survive while waiting for someone's revolution to clear your head.

The sorcerer is a Simple Realist: the world is real--but then so must consciousness be real since its effects are so tangible.