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

There are things known and things unknown and in between are The Doors.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.