You can imagine how difficult it’s going to be. I can’t find my way. There isn’t any thing. I’ve got no back-up.
Are you reading me? Are you keeping count? How many negatives make a misanthrope? Which was to have been my manual. In praise of negativity.
Can you see what I’m getting at? Fuck the acceptance speech. It should be empty of content.
I’ve got nothing to prove. There’s no evidence of. That doesn’t mean shut up and dance.