The Moonlight Junkies

Images. Millions of images. It's what we eat. Regurgitate a great upheaval of sound. Cut word lines. Cut music lines. Smash control images. Smash control machines. Words, colors, lights, sounds - belong to the living artist. To anyone who can use them. Loot the Louvre! ... Steal anything in sight ... cheat your landlord, do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. Can't fake quality. The junk merchant doesn't sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to his product. Does not improve and simplify his merchandise. Degrades and simplifies the client. Confusion hath fuck his masterpiece. Running out of everything now. Out of veins, out of money. Need the fix. Man is an artifact - designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole. There is no line between 'real world' and 'world of myth and symbol.'Objects, sensations, hit with the impact of hallucinations. Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. That is our art. Nothing is true, everything is permitted.