Having a real public outlet is how you imprint something for yourself. It's just a matter of timing. It's like you've marked your territory.

Infinity is just time on an ego trip.

People hire me to create some kind of archetype or some culture type, or something. I guess they accept whatever I come up with.

Reality is the leading cause of stress among those in touch with it.

We have reason to believe that man first walked upright to free his hands for masturbation.

My space chums think my unique hookup with humanity could be evolution's awkward attempt to jump-start itself up again. They're thinking just maybe, going crazy could be the evolutionary process trying to hurry up mind expansion. Maybe my mind didn't snap. Maybe it was just trying to stretch itself into a new shape. The cerebral cortex trying to grow a thumb of sorts.

I was always drawn to more the social-expression-of-culture types.