Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.

We have assembled inside this ancient / and insane theatre / To propagate our lust for life / and flee the swarming wisdom / of the streets

There are images I need to complete my own reality.

I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.

Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.