Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.
The best songs just come unasked for. You don't have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots
Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.