Our universe is a very small part of the multiverse.

Some years ago when I concocted the word futurism (it was a Spring night in Paris), I should have balanced it with pasteurism, which process I now suggest as a sociological relief from mountebanks, utilitarians, egotistical snobs of progress, press phobians, news delirians and loquacious neurasthenics suffering from various forms of auto suggestion.

To rise in science as in bliss, / Initiate in the secrets of the skies.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SUPPORT THE TROOPS IF I CAN’T REGALE THEM WITH TALES OF WHOREPUNCHING AND SKULLFUCKING? THREE WORDS: INDIETITS USO SHOW