Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin...

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.

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

The time to hesitate is through.

I can kind of envision one person with a lot of machines, tapes, and electronic set-ups...singi ng or speaking and using machines.

Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.