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Art Is Science Made Flesh.

Living Is A Horizontal Fall.

History Is A Combination Of Reality And Lies. The Reality Of History Becomes A Lie. The Unreality Of The Fable Becomes The Truth.

An Original Artist Is Unable To Copy. So He Has Only To Copy In Order To Be Original.

The Hot Hall Full Of Painted Girls And American Soldiers Is A Saloon In Some Western Film. This Noise Drenches Us, Wakens Us To Do Something Else. It Shows Us A Lost Path.