And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, “Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!”
And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, “Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!”
“Every day a sharp tool, a powerful destroyer, is necessary to cut away dullness, lobotomy, buzzing, belief in human beings, stagnancy, images, and accumulation. As soon as we stop believing in human beings, rather know we are dogs and trees, we’ll start to be happy.”
Kathy Acker