Murder Begins Where Self-defense Ends.

Whoever Finishes A Revolution Only Halfway, Digs His Own Grave.

How Many Women Does One Need To Sing The Scale Of Love All The Way Up And Down?

Revolution Calls My Name. I Will Soon Dwell In Nothingness, And My Name Will Be In The Pantheon Of History.

We Are Always On Stage, Even When We Are Stabbed In Earnest At The End.

The World Is Chaos. Nothingness Is The Yet-to-be-born God Of The World.