Philosophizing Is Simply One Way Of Being

Not Much Music Left Inside Us For Life To Dance To. Our Youth Has Gone To The Ends Of The Earth To Die In The Silence Of The Truth. And Where, I Ask You, Can A Man Escape To, When He Hasn't Enough Madness Left Inside Him? The Truth Is An Endless Death Agony. The Truth Is Death. You Have To Choose: Death Or Lies. I've Never Been Able To Kill Myself.

People Avenge Themselves For The Favors Done Them.

They Came From The Four Corners Of The Earth, Driven By Hunger, Plague, Tumors, And The Cold, And Stopped Here. They Couldn’t Go Any Futrther Because Of The Ocean. That’s France, That’s The French People.

So Many Vaginas, Stomachs, Cocks, Snouts, And Flies You Don't Know What To Do With Them ... Shovelsfull! ... But Hearts? ... Very Rare! In The Last Five Hundred Million Years Too Many Cocks And Gastric Tubes To Count ... But Hearts? ... On Your Fingers!.

Man Hardly Comes In More Than Two Varieties, Wherever He Is, Whatever He Does: Workers And Pimps ... They're Either One Or The Other! ... And Inventors, The Worst Kind Of Jobholder! ... They Stand Condemned! ... The Writer Who Doesn't Pimp Along, Peacefully Plagiarizing, Who Doesn't Pump Out The Pop Stuff, He's Had It! ... Everybody Hates Him!