The Work Of Art Is A Stuffed

I Am Dying. Please ... Bring Me A Toothpick.

The Work Of Art Is A Stuffed Crocodile.

Dawn Was Breaking, Like The Light From Another World.

Blind And Unwavering Undisciplined At All Times Constitutes The Real Strength Of All Free Men.

Duration Is The Transformation Of A Succession Into A Reversion. In Other Words: The Becoming Of A Memory.