What Would I Do Without The Absurd

I Never Knew I Was A Surrealist Till Andre Breton Came To Mexico And Told Me I Was.

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence

I Don’t Like The Gringos At All. They Are Very Boring And All Have Faces Like Unbaked Rolls.

... There Is A Skeleton (or Death) That Flees Terrified In The Face Of My Will To Live.

I Had Something In My Throat. It Felt Like I Had Swallowed The Whole World.