Love Makes Use Of The Worst Traps.

The Vaporish Cocaine Loosens The Contours Of Their Lives And Sets Their Bodies Adrift, And So They Are Untouchable.

Ah Those Knock-out Body Fluids: Blood, Sperm, Tears!

My Heart's In My Hand, And My Hand Is Pierced, And My Hand's In The Bag, And The Bag Is Shut, And My Heart Is Caught.

What We Need Is Hatred. From It Our Ideas Are Born.

The Main Object Of A Revolution Is The Liberation Of Man... Not The Interpretation And Application Of Some Transcendental Ideology.