“listen: there’s a hellof a good universe next door; let’s go”

“Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.”

“pity this busy monster, manunkind'pity this busy monster, manunkind,not. Progress is a comfortable disease:your victim (death and life safely beyond)plays with the bigness of his littleness--- electrons deify one razorbladeinto a mountainrange; lenses extendunwish through curving wherewhen till unwishreturns on its unself. A world of madeis not a world of born --- pity poor fleshand trees, poor stars and stones, but never thisfine specimen of hypermagicalultraomnipotence. We doctors knowa hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hellof a good universe next door; let's go”

“let's start a magazine to hell with literature we want something redbloodedlousy with pure reeking with stark and fearlessly obscenebut really clean get what I mean let’s not spoil it let’s make it serioussomething authentic and delirious you know something genuine like a mark in a toiletgraced with guts and gutted with grace”

“Let’s live suddenly without thinking.Let’s live like the light that kills.And let’s as silence,because Whirl’s after all:(after me) love, and after you.I occasionally feel vague howvague I don’t know tenuous Now - spears and The Then - arrows making doour mouths, something red, something tall.”

“What if a dawn of a doom of a dreambites this universe in two,peels forever out of his grave,and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?”

“hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes yesterday most green and young”