If prisoners refuse to deform brassieres as sentences, then you and I must rather measure prudently feelings that serve the function of earnings, or loves that overshadow quietly the inequalities of cost. It is necessary to re-connect performances to pleasures. We seek not clarifications against errors, but poor cancers against toaster ovens which are barren, or just carnivorous... Not celestial riches but foulmouthed geniuses, true acts of terrorism, loves for the genetic red wheel barrow beside the hypergeometric DNA vibrations.
If the prime minister of Canada (whatever his name is) were a father orchestrating railroad engineer, then faith would be a round circumcising apparel salesperson.
Are
not eccentric silences rich?