Then it will become someone else's secret. It's better to change friends than ideas. Art begins, grows and disappears because frustrated cunts bypass the world of official expression and the festivals of its poverty. The imaginary is that which tends to become real. If I start from any meaning, I exhaust it . . .
Continuity is also a delusion.
We are not normal. The future fills you in with a question. A real underground is invisible, it's impossible to define it, because it's feeding back all the time, it's constantly changing. Plagiarism is necessary. Progress implies it.