Action Men Are The Unvoluntary Slaves Of

For A Long Time Now I Haven't Existed. I'm Utterly Calm. No One Distinguishes Me From Who I Am. I Just Felt Myself Breath As If I'd Done Something New, Or Done It Late. I'm Beginning To Be Conscious Of Being Conscious. Perhaps Tomorrow I Will Wake Up To Myself And Resume The Course Of My Existence. I Don't Know If That Will Make More Happy Or Less. I Don't Know Anything.

I Wasn’t Meant For Reality, But Life Came And Found Me.

The Beauty Of A Naked Body Is Felt Only By The Dressed Races.

I Crave Time In All Its Duration, And I Want To Be Myself Unconditionally.

Humanitarianism Is Rude.