Everyone act like the vermin you are. Who needs philanthropy? Who needs chivalry? Forget the strenuous tasks of organized life. Return to your intuitive side. Return to the squalor of the streets, the indigent state of the wild. Have a lucid moment, and break away from the ornery rules of civilization. The modern life is punitive, and is most certainly your nemesis. Slip into a convulsion. Destroy your home with a perverse, morally disinclined heart. The real life is there to wheedle away your worth, then showcase your possesions with effrontery. Living that life will make your skin become taut against worn and weary bones. It's time to forget sanity, and live in a world of constant stupor.
- Truly and infinitely never yours,
except for on quixotic and nostalgic days,
The Management of Cosmic and Constant Negligence.
except for on quixotic and nostalgic days,
The Management of Cosmic and Constant Negligence.
