More about me: Q - That's quite a Jackson Pollock. What does it say to you?
A - It restates the negativeness of the universe, the hideous lonely emptiness of existence; nothingness, the predicament of man forced to live in the barren, godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror and degradation forming a useless bleak straitjacket in a black, absurd cosmos.
Q - What are you doing Saturday night?
A - Committing suicide.
Q - What about Friday night?
