Eternity Is The Sun Mixed With The

Your Memory And Your Senses Will Be Nourishment For Your Creativity.

I Turned Silences And Nights Into Words. What Was Unutterable, I Wrote Down. I Made The Whirling World Stand Still.

. . . Be Absolute Moderne.

And I Am Still Alive-what Though, My Damnation Is Eternal. A Man Who Deliberately Mutilates Himself Is Truly Damned, Is He Not? I Believe That I Am In Hell, Therefore I Am.

Idle Youth, Enslaved To Everything; By Being Too Sensitive I Have Wasted My Life.