Technology And Violence Are Interdependent.

The Instant He Knew He Loved Her, She Slipped Down His Body And Out Of His Arms

Freud Is Finished, Einstein's Next.

Isn't Death The Boundary We Need? Doesn't It Give A Precious Texture To Life, A Sense Of Definition? You Have To Ask Yourself Whether Anything You Do In This Life Would Have Beauty And Meaning Without The Knowledge You Carry Of A Final Line, A Border Or Limit.

You Shout Because It Makes You Brave Or You Want To Announce Your Recklessness.

At Night The Sky Was Very Near, Sprawled In Star Smoke And Gamma Cataclysms, But She Didn't See It The Way She Used To, As Soul Extension, Dumb Guttural Wonder, A Thing That Lived Outside Language In The Oldest Part Of Her.