I Would Like To Explode, Flow, Crumble

What Do You Do From Morning To Night?" "i Endure Myself.

Wherever We Go, We Come Up Against The Human, A Repulsive Ubiquity Before Which We Fall Into Stupor And Revolt, A Perplexity On Fire.

We Derive Our Vitality From Our Store Of Madness.

A Sensation Must Have Fallen Very Low To Deign To Turn Into An Idea.

I Do Nothing, Granted. But I See The Hours Pass - Which Is Better Than Trying To Fill Them.