The Circumstances Of My Life Are Paralyzing.

My True Church Is A Whorehouse – The Only One That Gives Me True Satisfaction.

Existence As Entirety Remains Beyond Any One Meaning And It Is The Conscious Presence Of Humanness In The World Inasmuch As This Is Nonmeaning, Having Nothing To Do Other Than Be What It Is, No Longer Able To Go Beyond Itself Or Give Itself Some Kind Of Meaning Through Action.

A Man Who Finds Himself Among Others Is Irritated Because He Does Not Know Why He Is Not One Of The Others. In Bed Next To A Girl He Loves, He Forgets That He Does Not Know Why He Is Himself Instead Of The Body He Touches. Without Knowing It, He Suffers From The Mental Darkness That Keeps Him From Screaming That He Himself Is The Girl Who Forgets His Presence While Shuddering In His Arms.

The Sexual Act Is In Time What The Tiger Is In Space.

A Kiss Is The Beginning Of Cannibalism.