I Shall Go So Far

To Restrict The Artist Is A Crime. It Is To Murder Germinating Life

Bodies Have Their Own Light Which They Consume To Live: They Burn, They Are Not Lit From The Outside.

No Erotic Work Of Art Is Filth If It Is Artistically Significant; It Is Only Turned Into Filth Through The Beholder If He Is Filthy.

I Shall Go So Far That People Will Be Seized With Terror At The Sight Of Each Of My Works Of 'living' Art.

I Must Live In My Own Excrement, Breathe In My Own Poisonous Sticky Fumes. Yet I Am A Human Being! I Still Am. Does No One Think Of That?