All My Life, My Heart Has Yearned

It Will In The End, Be Admitted That Everything, In Effect Is An Image And That The Least Object Which Has No Symbolic Role Assigned To It Is Capable Of Standing For Absolutely Anything.

It Is Living And Ceasing To Live That Are Imaginary Solutions. Existence Is Elsewhere.

For Me, The Single Word "god" Suggests Everything That Is Slippery, Shady, Squalid, Foul, And Grotesque.

Words Have Finished Flirting. Now They Are Making Love.

The Simplest Act Of Surrealism Is To Walk Out Into The Street, Gun In Hand, And Shoot At Random.