When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
Dedication is not what others expect of you, it is what you can give to others.
To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.
Until we lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.
I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit.
The cancer of time is eating us away