Eroticism Is The Approval Of Life Unto

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.

I Think That Knowledge Enslaves Us, That At The Base Of All Knowledge There Is A Servility, The Acceptation Of A Way Of Life Wherein Each Moment Has Meaning Only In Relation To Another Or Others That Will Follow It.

Naturally, Love's The Most Distant Possibility.

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.

I Don't Want Your Love Unless You Know I Am Repulsive,and Love Me Even As You Know It.