The Way To Recognize A Dead Word

I Want To Hear Raucous Music, To See Faces, To Brush Against Bodies, To Drink Fiery Benedictine. Beautiful Women And Handsome Men Arouse Fierce Desires In Me. I Want To Dance. I Want Drugs. I Want To Know Perverse People, To Be Intimate With Them. I Never Look At Naive Faces. I Want To Bite Into Life, And To Be Torn By It.

Experience Teaches Acceptance Of The Imperfect As Life.

I Want To Be A Writer Who Reminds Others That These Moments Exist; I Want To Prove That There Is Infinite Space, Infinite Meaning, Infinite Dimension

Houses Turn To Corpses Overnight When We Cease To Live And Love In Them.

Eroticism Is One Of The Basic Means Of Self-knowledge, As Indispensable As Poetry.