Book I
Nothing to offer (except your beautiful lie)
A scam; a burning lie! The vigour of the body dominates all the wisdom of the old. Humanity is only real through the bluff of its characters.
I am a program | I am my program
I am a programme. I am a programme. This + this + this + this. I don't decide it. I'm not the master, just the guidance counsellor...
Powerful submission
Opting for art means choosing to live under the totalitarian sway of a submissive god, one whose reign is achieved by absorbing whoever dominates him.
Sale defeat for a defeated venue
Why is it that when I walk into a theater, do I want to leave? Why when I randomly open a book, do I look forward to closing it?
Anonymity of the amateur presenter
Behind the computers, the lyrics look absolute. What a beautiful anonymity not to face oneself!
My nights in the shelter
Me, I spend my nights in the shelter. From everything. Sheltered from you, in spite of your suavely mellow voice that's so concerned with radio, hygienic and concerned.
My cock, my friend | In the light of my glans
My dick is my friend. It's my boy's prerogative. I like to be what I am in the first place. I love my erect sex as much as I love my flaccid sex.
Cry for your seed...
I make my soil fertile and exhaust my need to write, which is like a surplus of seed. Every day I unload a full bucket of it into these pages.
Phantom individual
Ghost, I live here. We live here. Here, the Self-image is the basis of everything. The basis of everything that makes up our social world. It is the foundation.
