Looking through the viewfinder for me is like being in a movie theater. That's what I like about it.
Life is like Sanskrit read to a pony.
Honey, I'm a cocksucker, what are you?
Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating, to not hear the beating, but only tears of perfect moan, only tears of perfect moan.
Perfect Night has that magic and it has the raw energy that grabs you by the throat.
Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, that's what the Statue of Bigotry says. Your poor huddled masses, let's just club them to death, and get it over with.