Erotic chimeras of the mind, mythical and mundane, perform your peculiar arcana for the delectation of the adept. What sport-all this metaphysical farce! Play for your life, with all the mad indifference of a Pierrot.Death delivers puns of infinite complexity into your mouth.
How to live without repeating oneself? Experiment by experiment,with sly simulations of science.The dry chuckle and the sly snigger will penetrate even steel.This is life: half-masterpiece, half-hoax.The mage and the charlatan are brothers, equally busy.
None can excel me in mockery; the master of ceremonies, expert in cruel research. Possibilities’ hieroglyphs materialize in the air, desires content to remain permanently unfulfilled.
Crossings-out, revisions,corrections,unfinished and unfinishable thoughts:these are the chameleons on the glass.King and Queen divide the chessboard according to their whims, as the pieces exult in their doomed manoeuvres, rich in strategies and gambits.
Guarded and watchful,the child contrives his own candour,inventing new names for things.The allpowerful idea stakes out territories with ruthless joy.
What acrobatics freedom extorts from us,what ferocious exigencies!Fabulous negation fearlessly remakes the world, as the passionate and the dispassionate pursue their equal goals.The hidden physics of the least thing serves to entertain the droll connoisseur.Call it erotic comedy, this delicate pursuit of the indelicate.The beau cavalier extends a wry smile,and sardonically insinuates himself into the event.Perfecting an absolute neutrality.He keeps his life, what little there is of it, in an old trunk under the bed; a few photos, a few cryptic notes.
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