It Is Mostly With Your

I Don't Need Drugs. I Am Drugs.

Genius Has To Pass Over Madness And Madness Over Genius

I Will Be Sof Brief, I Have Already Finished.

Surrealism Is Destructive, But It Destroys Only What It Considers To Be Shackles Limiting Our Vision.

Let The Labyrinth Of Wrinkles Be Furrowed In My Brow With The Red-hot Iron Of My Own Life, Let My Hair Whiten And My Step Become Vacillating, On Condition That I Can Save The Intelligence Of My Soul - Let My Unformed Childhood Soul, As It Ages, Assume The Rational And Esthetic Forms Of An Architecture, Let Me Learn Just Everything That Others Cannot Teach Me, What Only Life Would Be Capable Of Marking Deeply In My Skin!