There are images I need to complete my own reality.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin...

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it's a lie - people claim they want to be free - everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that's bullshit! People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their securityHow can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal

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.

Most people love you for who you pretend to be.