The great success of Christianity lies in its ability to transform one’s hatred of others into hatred of oneself, while diverting the energies of hatred of oneself toward the goal of hatred of others. Greater still then is its audacity, the audacity of calling such substitutions “love.”

Because we incarnate ideas, those souls that emanate from us, in words, so we must crucify those words, our only begotten sons, on the scaffolding of language.

In my restaurant all the drinks are named for classical rhetorical figures.

Extraterrestrial Priapism b/w Alien Sex Panic, by Unidentified Fucking Object.

Inaction today suggests scant promise of resistance tomorrow.

The fiction of intersubjectivity just makes me sleepy.

: sigh : It’s just one more thing that I do or don’t want, or whatever.