I Seated Ugliness On My Knee, And

The Daily Life Of A Genius, His Sleep, His Digestion, He Ecstasies, His Nails, His Colds, His Blood, His Life And Death Are Essentially Different From The Rest Of Mankind.

It Is Either Easy Or Impossible.

For Me, Love Must Be Ugly, Looks Must Be Divine, And Death Must Be Beautiful.

It Is Mostly With Your Blood, Gala That I Paint My Pictures

I'm Going To Live Forever. Geniuses Don't Die.