Do You Always Believe In The Life

Name, No, Nothing Is Nameable, Tell, No, Nothing Can Be Told, What Then, I Don't Know, I Shouldn't Have Begun.

Abode Where Lost Bodies Roam Each Searching For Its Lost One.

The Old Endless Chain Of Love, Tolerance, Indifference, Aversion And Disgust

Art Has Nothing To Do With Clarity, Does Not Dabble In The Clear And Does Not Make Clear

Adulterers, Take Warning, Never Admit.