On Him, Under Him, With His Mouth

Violence Is A Calm That Disturbs You.

It's A True Image, Born Of A False Spectacle.

Slowly But Surly I Want To Strip Her Of Every Kind Of Happiness As To Make A Saint Of Her.

I Wanted To Swallow Myself By Opening My Mouth Very Wide And Turning It Over My Head So That It Would Take In My Whole Body, And Then The Universe, Until All That Would Remain Of Me Would Be A Ball Of Eaten Thing Which Little By Little Would Be Annihilated: That Is How I See The End Of The World.

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