Why the desire for death.A clean paper or pure white wall.One false line, a scratch, a mistake.Unerasable. So obscureby adding million other tracings, blend it, cover over.But the original scratch remains, written in gold blood, shining.Desire for a Perfect Life.

No one here gets out alive.

O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.

Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. The entertainment for this evening is not new, you've seen this entertainment through and through you have seen your birth, your life, your death....you may recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? -enough to base a movie on??

This is the strangest life I have ever known.

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.

The guided tour "I am a guide to the labyrinth" city is inside of body made manifest meat organs & electrical power plantsThe place where, walking down death-row ("You look like you're"), maps - AMERICUS - a river-veinwe ride along. give form to the passing world Freeways are a drama, a newart form. Signs. Houses. Faces. Loud gabble of Blacks at a bus-stop.

Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.