How Slow Life Is, How Violent Hope

I Don't Want To Work. I Want To Smoke.

When Man Wanted To Make A Machine That Would Walk He Created The Wheel, Which Does Not Resemble A Leg.

Vienne La Nuit Sonne L'heure Les Jours S'en Vont Je Demeure

Artists Are, Above All, Men Who Want To Become Inhuman.

In This Mirror, I Am Enclosed A Live And Real As You. Imagine Angels And Not Like The Reflections.