Under Each Formula Lies A Corpse.

Anyone Can Escape Into Sleep, We Are All Geniuses When We Dream, The Butcher's The Poet's Equal There.

We Dread The Future Only When We Are Not Sure We Can Kill Ourselves When We Want To.

Tyrants Are Always Assassinated Too Late. That Is Their Great Excuse.

How Easy It Is To Be "deep": All You Have To Do Is Let Yourself Sink Into Your Own Flaws.

So Long As Man Is Protected By Madness - He Functions - And Flourishes.