Ah Those Knock-out Body Fluids: Blood, Sperm,

Solitude, As I Understand It, Does Not Signify An Unhappy State, But Rather Secret Royalty, Profound Incommunicability Yet A More Or Less Obscure Knowledge Of An Invulnerable Singularity.

The Time For Reasoning Is Past; Now's The Time To Get Steamed Up And Fight Like Mad.

It's A True Image, Born Of A False Spectacle.

Crimes Of Which A People Is Ashamed Constitute Its Real History. The Same Is True Of Man.

Repudiating The Virtues Of Your World, Criminals Hopelessly Agree To Organize A Forbidden Universe. They Agree To Live In It. The Air There Is Nauseating. They Can Breathe It.