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| There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to STOP trying to WRITE, there is a time to kick the whole bloated sensation of ART out on its whore-ass. |
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| There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken. |
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| To do a dull thing with style-now THAT'S what I call art. |
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| We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar |
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| Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers. |
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| You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics. |
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