Between My Head And My

Pain Has Its Reasons, Pleasure Is Totally Indifferent.

Dada Is Like Your Hopes: Nothing Like Your Paradise: Nothing Like Your Idols: Nothing Like Your Heroes: Nothing Like Your Artists: Nothing Like Your Religions: Nothing

Art Must Be Unaesthetic In The Extreme, Useless And Impossible To Justify.

Maybe Men Are Separated From Each Other Only By The Degree Of Their Misery

Men Have Always Need Of God! A God To Defend Them Against Other Men.