The World Is Chaos. Nothingness

Freedom And Whores Are The Most Cosmopolitan Items Under The Sun.

The Stars Are Scattered All Over The Sky Like Shimmering Tears, There Must Be Great Pain In The Eye From Which They Trickled.

The Life Of The Wealthy Is One Long Sunday.

The Weapon Of The Republic Is Terror, And Virtue Is Its Strength.

We Are Always On Stage, Even When We Are Stabbed In Earnest At The End.