When One Is Pretending The Entire Body

The One Who Travels Like A Lover Searching For A New Passion Is Suddenly Blessed With New Eyes, New Ears, New Senses.

Hollywood Is A Mirage Factory.

Idealism Is The Death Of The Body And The Imagination. All But Freedom, Utter Freedom, Is Death

He Has, Like Me, A Sense Of Smell. I Let Him Inhale Me, Then I Slip Away.

I Prefer Empty Cages, Sabina, Until I Find A Unique Bird I Once Saw In My Dreams.