And, Drunk With My Own Madness, I

The Devil Pulls The Strings Which Make Us Dance; We Find Delight In The Most Loathsome Things; Some Furtherance Of Hell Each New Day Brings, And Yet We Feel No Horror In That Rank Advance.

For Me, Romanticism Is The Most Recent And The Most Current Expression Of Beauty.

However Incoherent A Human Existence May Be, Human Unity Is Not Bothered By It.

What Is Exhilarating In Bad Taste Is The Aristocratic Pleasure Of Giving Offense.

Today I Had A Strange Warning. I Felt The Wind Of Insanity Brush My Mind.