Everything, Alas, Is An Abyss, — Actions,

Pure Draughtsmen Are Philosophers And Dialecticians. Colourists Are Epic Poets.

In This Horror Of Solitude, This Need To Lose His Ego In Exterior Flesh, Which Man Calls Grandly The Need For Love.

It Is The Greatest Art Of The Devil To Convince Us He Does Not Exist.

Through The Unknown, We'll Find The New

We All Have The Republican Spirit In Our Veins, Like Syphilis In Our Bones. We Are Democratized And Venerealized.