Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.

My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing else. If people want to have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin.

Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.

I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.