In Paris, Everybody Wants To Be An

The Poet Is A Liar Who Always Speaks The Truth.

If It Has To Choose Who Is To Be Crucified, The Crowd Will Always Save Barabbas.

The Dead Drug Leaves A Ghost Behind. At Certain Hours It Haunts The House.

The Louvre Is A Morgue; You Go There To Identify Your Friends.

The World Owes Its Enchantment To These Curious Creatures And Their Fancies; But Its Multiple Complicity Rejects Them. Thistledown Spirits, Tragic, Heartrending In Their Evanescence, They Must Go Blowing Headlong To Perdition.