i regret that i have but one mind to loose for my ART. I feel it now begin to absorb me, to become me. this expansion of ego does not scare me. NO, in fact it drives me HARDER. in the beginning was THE LIE, and the lie shall set us loose. it shall free us from reality and BANALITY and the mundane, drudgingly pathetic thing we call BEAUTY. irony and the birth of the age of the ABSURD will release us, free us, tie us in the knots of FUN, childishness, and novel, retarded happiness. like m
I wonder if this will work now?
Trying to be happy is like trying to build a machine for which the only specification is that it should run noiselessly.