I say, doctors are the profiteers of death and unclaimed cadavers that were once inhabited by homeless and wondering poets!
Death, Humour
The God-fearing, churchgoing farmers are all gone. Now they all have TVs on their roofs and orgies in their barns. The flux, Fly, man, the flux of time. If everything goes tits up, there’s always the farm and the cows...
Time, Farmers
All libraries must submit to a certain order, I answered. Indeed, agreed the professor, or all will be lost. The fall of nations and empires begins with the fall of libraries.
Reading
God created each one of us with a light inside. I’ve had sex with all kinds of people; every single person has a kind of beam inside that shines once they are touched properly.
Light, Sex, God
لم أكن أهرب من الحرب ، بل من فيروز وأغانيها
Novel, War
There is a war out there, and believe me, Fly, it was never really between Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Crusaders and Confucius. The final battle is between those who love, respect, and liberate the body and those who hate it
Life, War
I don't judge those who can't dream, those who need to pierce their arms to create different worlds under their skin, because I am fortunate in the tools of my escapes
Life, Dreams, Sympathy
Violence and resistance are the only answer. Empire has to feel pain or it will never stop devouring you. It is only when a gun is put in a person's face that anything changes
Change, Violence, Belief
People live their lives thinking that they are forgotten, and that is why we do the most outrageous things, so as not to go unnoticed
Life, People
Fiction is overrated, Fly. We’ve discussed this. In the time it takes those novelist fuckers to contemplate a few poetic passages, a thousand kids die from malnutrition. Immediacy, man, that’s what counts.
Fiction
Here in these circuses and carnivals we all love each other with our oddities and queernesses.
What reader or dreamer doesn’t imagine the romantic life of a writer, who lingers between the desk and the fridge in the morning and in the evening attends cocktail parties thrown by nouveaux riches and the society ladies who hardly ever have the time to read?
Society, Writer, Romantic Life