Things Never Pass Where You

A Tyrant Institutionalises Stupidity, But He Is The First Servant Of His Own System And The First To Be Installed Within It.

Evaluations, In Essence, Are... Ways Of Being, Modes Of Existence Of Those Who Judge And Evaluate.

In Order For Music To Free Itself, It Will Have To Pass Over To The Other Side - There Where Territories Tremble, Where The Structures Collapse, Where The Ethoses Get Mixed Up, Where A Powerful Song Of The Earth Is Unleashed, The Great Ritornelles That Transmutes All The Airs It Carries Away And Makes Return.

Write, Form A Rhizome, Increase Your Territory By Deterritorialization, Extend The Line Of Flight To The Point Where It Becomes An Abstract Machine Covering The Entire Plane Of Consistency.

The Shame Of Being A Man - Is There Any Better Reason To Write?