Reality Is A Creation Of Our Excesses.

Man Starts Over Again Everyday, In Spite Of All He Knows, Against All He Knows.

The Art Of Love: Knowing How To Combine The Temperament Of A Vampire With The Discretion Of An Anemone.

Try To Be Free: You Will Die Of Hunger.

To Devastate By Language, To Blow Up The Word And With It The World.

By All Evidence We Are In The World To Do Nothing; But Instead Of Nonchalantly Promenading Our Own Corruption, We Exude Our Sweat And Grow Winded Upon The Fetid Air.