I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.
It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.
Blood is the rose of mysterious union.
You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?