Chaos Is Rejecting All You Have Learned,

What Would Be Left Of Our Tragedies If An Insect Were To Present Us His?

Our Place Is Somewhere Between Being And Nonbeing - Between Two Fictions.

No One Recovers From The Disease Of Being Born, A Deadly Wound If There Ever Was One.

A Great Step Forward Was Made The Day Men Understood That In Order To Torment One Another More Efficiently They Would Have To Gather Together, To Organize Themselves Into A Society

I Would Like To Explode, Flow, Crumble Into Dust, And My Disintegration Would Be My Masterpiece.