The law is where reality goes to die.
Stab me if you can enjoy it - but not if it feels like a duty. Stab me vertically if I'm lying down and horizontally if I'm running
We have truth in order not to die of art.
The great thing about being ignored is that you can speak the truth with impunity.
Ideas are self-replenishing, like snot
What’s life in this nation? Collect emptiness in a household of cornflakes. Transient fuel gobbles attention, the television aches, the truth walks. Scheme worms welcome your corpse, trap clicks and you’re in heaven, bored rigid