Πέμπτη, 11 Ιουνίου 2009
Random poetic manifesto erupting in the English language, or, one needs an anarchist break once in a while
Better the savage republic of the inflamed mind than the civil society of functionalist lobotomies.
Better the delirium of imploding exoticisms than the lethargy of manicured Congresses.
Better the whistle of a runaway train than that of the traffic police.
Better be early than late.
Better to sever than to serve.
Better to live than to survive.