Entirety Exists Within Me As Exuberance In

It Is Clear That The World Is Purely Parodic, That Each Thing Seen Is The Parody Of Another, Or Is The Same Thing In A Deceptive Form.

When My Face Is Flushed With Blood, It Becomes Red And Obscene. It Betrays At The Same Time, Through Morbid Reflexes, A Bloody Erection And A Demanding Thirst For Indecency And Criminal Debauchery.

My True Church Is A Whorehouse – The Only One That Gives Me True Satisfaction.

Each Of Us Is Incomplete Compared To Someone Else - An Animal's Incomplete Compared To A Person... And A Person Compared To God, Who Is Complete Only To Be Imaginary.

Pleasure Only Starts Once The Worm Has Got Into The Fruit; To Become Delightful, Happiness Must Be Tainted With Poison.