The World Is Chaos. Nothingness Is The

The Statue Of Freedom Has Not Been Cast Yet, The Furnace Is Hot, We Can All Still Burn Our Fingers.

Revolution Is Like The Daughters Of Pelias: It Cuts Humanity To Pieces In Order To Rejuvenate It.

Murder Begins Where Self-defense Ends.

Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

We Are Always On Stage, Even When We Are Stabbed In Earnest At The End.