NICHTART MANIFESTO
by Jebediah Lamb

Plains of doom stretch before me
There is nothing more painful
Than having your work read

Scrutinized
Atomized
Dissected, stuffed, nailed to a wall

There is only freedom where there is no pressure
Only art when there is no public
But the putrid germs infecting our veins

The best cocktails parties
Are those in puddles
Of your own bodily waste