Lying On Stained, Wretched Sheets

Cinema Returns Us To Anima, Religion Of Matter, Which Gives Each Thing Its Special Divinity And Sees Gods In All Things And Beings. Cinema, Heir Of Alchemy, Last Of An Erotic Science.

I Am The Lizard King. I Can Do Anything!

I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.

There's Nothing Wrong With Being A Large Mammal.

That's What Real Love Amounts To - Letting A Person Be What He Really Is.