Trust In The Inexhaustible Character Of The

Words Have Finished Flirting. Now They Are Making Love.

I Am The Soul In Limbo.

Keep Reminding Yourself That Literature Is One Of The Saddest Roads That Leads To Everything.

I Believe In The Future Resolution Of These Two States, Dream And Reality, Which Are Seemingly So Contradictory, Into A Kind Of Absolute Reality, A Surreality, If One May So Speak.

What Is Admirable About The Fantastic Is That There Is No Longer Anything Fantastic: There Is Only The Real.