The Circumstances Of My Life Are Paralyzing.

I Believe That Truth Has Only One Face: That Of A Violent Contradiction.

When My Face Is Flushed With Blood, It Becomes Red And Obscene. It Betrays At The Same Time, Through Morbid Reflexes, A Bloody Erection And A Demanding Thirst For Indecency And Criminal Debauchery.

A Judgment About Life Has No Meaning Except The Truth Of The One Who Speaks Last, And The Mind Is At Ease Only At The Moment When Everyone Is Shouting At Once And No One Can Hear A Thing.

Naturally, Love's The Most Distant Possibility.

Eroticism Is The Approval Of Life Unto Death.