We Have The Right To Lie, But

I Cannot Conceive Any Work Of Art As Having A Separate Existence From Life Itself

Not Once More Will/i Be Found With Beings/who Swallowed The Rail Of Life//and One Day I Found Myself With Beings/who Swallowed The Nail Of Life/-as Soon As I Lost My Matrix Mamma,//and The Being Twisted Under Him,/and God Poured Me Back To Her/(the Motherfucker).

I Myself Spent Nine Years In An Insane Asylum And I Never Had The Obsession Of Suicide, But I Know That Each Conversation With A Psychiatrist, Every Morning At The Time Of His Visit, Made Me Want To Hang Myself, Realizing That I Would Not Be Able To Cut His Throat.

This Is Why True Beauty Never Strikes Us Directly. The Setting Sun Is Beautiful Because Of All It Makes Us Lose.

We Must Wash Literature Off Ourselves. We Want To Be Men Above All, To Be Human.