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And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.

Antonin Artaud

Excuse my absolute freedom. I refuse to make a distinction between any of the moments of myself.
ANTONIN ARTAUD

Freedom Moments Myself Refusal
I am a man by virtue of my hands and my feet, my belly, my heart of meat, my stomach whose knots reunite me to the putrefaction of life.
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Hands Life Man Myself Virtue
When I think about myself, my thought seeks itself in the ether of a new space. I am on the moon as others are on their balconies. I participate in planetary gravitation in the fissures of my mind.
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Gravity Mindset Myself Participation Planet Seek Thinking
We do not die because we have to die; we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.
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Consciousness Day Death Force Necessary Ourselves Philosophy
The race of prophets is extinct. Europe is becoming set in its ways, slowly embalming itself beneath the wrappings of its borders, its factories, its law-courts and its universities. The frozen Mind cracks between the mineral staves which close upon it.
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Extinct Mindset Slow University Way Wrap
A tainted society has invented psychiatry to defend itself against the investigations of certain superior intellects whose faculties of divination would be troublesome.
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Asylum Defend Divine Intellectual Society Trouble
Life consists of burning up questions.
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Burning Consist Life One Liner Question
I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.
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Abandonment Dreams Fever Law Myself Search
No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
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Built Exception Hell Paint Writing
Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others.
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Death Poet Poetry Reading Worth Writing
Without sarcasm I sink into chaos.
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Chaos Myself Sarcasm Sink
If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again.
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Destroy Myself Suicide Togetherness
I myself am an absolute abyss.
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Absolute Instagram Captions Myself Space
All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try and put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs.
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Mindset People Poet Quality Word Writing
Leave the caves of being. Come. The mind breathes outside the mind. The time has come to abandon your lodgings. Surrender to the Universal Thought. The Marvelous is at the root of the mind.
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Breathe Leaving Mindset Ourselves Surrender Time
I am adding another language to the spoken language, and I am trying to restore to the language of speech its old magic, its essential spellbinding power, for its mysterious possibilities have been forgotten.
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Essential Forget Language Myself Mysterious Possible Talk

And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.

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And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.

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