The Hot Hall Full Of Painted Girls

Without Resistance You Can Do Nothing

The Dead Drug Leaves A Ghost Behind. At Certain Hours It Haunts The House.

The Artist Must Know How Far To Go Too Far.

When We Awake It Is The Animal, The Plant, That Thinks In Us. Primitive Thought Without The Least Disguise. We See A Terrible Universe, Because We See Clearly. A Little Later, Intelligence Introduces Its Impeding Contrivances. It Brings The Little Toys Which Man Invents In Order To Hide The Void. It Is Then That We Think We Are Seeing Clearly. We Attribute Our Uneasiness To The Miasmas Of The Brain As It Passes From Dream To Reality.

Stupidity Is Always Astounding, No Matter How Often One Encounters It.