Humor Is An Affirmation Of

Disease-carrying Thoughts Swarm And Multiply In The Dark And Twisted Labyrinths Of Our Minds, And All That Is Needed Is A Mob And A Good Political Slogan For The Epidemic To Be Spread Once Again, With A Burst Of Automatic Weapons Or A Mushroom Cloud.

When A War Is Won, It's The Losers, Not The Winners, Who Are Liberated.

They Thought I Suffered From Lack Of Exterior, When I Suffered From Excess Of Interior

If There Is Something That Opens Horizons, It Is Precisely Ignorance.

I've Had A Lot Of Fun. Good-bye, And Thank You.