There Is Nothing With Which It Is

We All Love Conflagrations. When The Sky Changes Color, It Is A Dead Man's Passing.

In The World We Live In Everything Militates In Favor Of Things That Have Not Yet Happened, Of Things That Will Never Happen Again.

The Imaginary Is What Tends To Become Real.

If I Place Love Above Everything, It Is Because For Me It Is The Most Desperate, The Most Despairing State Of Affairs Imaginable.

The Purest Surrealist Act Is Walking Into A Crowd With A Loaded Gun And Firing Into It Randomly