...do You Think God Made The World

The Unspeakable Visions Of The Individual.

I Spent My Entire Youth Writing Slowly With Revisions And Endless Rehashing Speculation And Deleting And Got So I Was Writing One Sentence A Day And The Sentence Had No Feeling. Goddamn It, Feeling Is What I Like In Art, Not Craftiness And The Hiding Of Feelings.

And Then We’ll All Go Off To Sweet Life, ‘cause Now Is The Time And We All Know Time!

But, Outside Of Being A Sweet Little Girl, She Was Awfully Dumb And Capable Of Doing Horrible Things.

Cliches Are Truisms And All Truisms Are True