poetic violence
Poetry can only be violence, it must be pure violence, and it definitively misses its object when it renounces its being violence, because then it detaches itself and abandons the human
Adult, your world is a mistake from start to finish. You have been wrong and always will be. In doing so, you are dragging us, those of us who do not want to be part of your world.
Magnificent arrogance of an ordinary hero: Live to get hard and enjoy the world! "Suck it, this is my cock! Drink, this is my sperm! »
The preparation of the Fates is for me to live a whole life every day. It is to experience psychic death, so much one idea is dead to the next
It is human and tribal to have to be constantly reassured about one's membership in a community and the relative state of one's loneliness
Even if it is dangerous to understand it literally, the Amok is nevertheless a phenomenon on which the being in search of itself must lean
I have nothing to offer that will satisfy you perfectly. Come: to see. Leave: without saying anything. Think about it : whatever you want...
A livable world. In the experiment, I am my own guinea pig. You are free to choose a similar place. All are possible.
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
I will always try to legitimately welcome the confusion of girls who would put their index finger in contact with mine to make light.
I would have exchanged my whole being, my dark skin and my brown hair for an ounce of the bewitching and diabolical charm of little Martin Stephens
