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Repulsion Is The Sentry That Guards The Gate To All That We Most Desire.

Right Now I'm The Greatest. I Don't Say This Through Vanity. It's Just That The Rest Are So Bad.

I Believe That The Moment Is Near When By A Procedure Of Active Paranoiac Thought, It Will Be Possible To Systematize Confusion And Contribute To The Total Discrediting Of The World Of Reality.

We Are All Hungry And Thirsty For Concrete Images. Abstract Art Will Have Been Good For One Thing: To Restore Its Exact Virginity To Figurative Art.

The Only Difference Between Me And A Madman Is That I'm Not Mad.