We Are All Born Crazy. Some Remain

We Should Have Thought Of It When The World Was Young, In The Nineties.

Life Is Habit. Or Rather Life Is A Succession Of Habits.

They Never Lynch Children, Babies, No Matter What They Do They Are Whitewashed In Advance.

My Keepers, Why Keepers, I'm In No Danger Of Stirring An Inch, Ah I See, It's To Make Me Think I'm A Prisoner, Frantic With Corporeality, Rearing To Get Out And Away.

Where Am I, I Don't Know, I'll Never Know, In The Silence, In The Silence You Don't Know, You Must Go On, I Can't Go On, I'll Go On.