Between Ennui And Ecstasy Unwinds Our Whole

A Self-respecting Man Is A Man Without A Country. A Fatherland Is Birdlime.

However Much I Have Frequented The Mystics, Deep Down I Have Always Sided With The Devil; Unable To Equal Him In Power, I Have Tried To Be Worthy Of Him, At Least, In Insolence, Acrimony, Arbitrariness And Caprice.

Pursued By Our Origins... We All Are.

We Must Suffer To The End, To The Moment When We Stop Believing In Suffering.

Sometimes I Wish I Were A Cannibal – Less For The Pleasure Of Eating Someone Than For The Pleasure Of Vomiting Him.