I'm kind of hooked to the game of art and literature; my heroes are artists and writers.

All games contain the idea of death.

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was curiosity.

We are content in the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.

All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.

When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.