I start dreaming about this diary
out of chronological disorder .
Perhaps a clinical study in a spider\'s web ,
long before I was born in the unstable,
surrounded by a monstrous bestiary ...
Don\'t call me god- I am but the shadow
of the void .
Master noster of dissociative alchemy ...
I wake up at night out of fear of normality .
Living in society is like rewriting the history
of psychiatry !
Why add suffering to madness ?
I don\'t like working in the woodshop
it reminds me the torture of the cross...
I love touching the skin of the clay,
its like holding the key to secret architectures...
I am the almighty potter that shapes forms
within the fertlle womb of the matrix ...
all this chats just drive us appart -let\'s talk !
Don\'t be afraid of my fishy eyes !
I\'m desesperatly pounding on the walls of a house
with no doors or windows where I\'m locked out !
truly ,I tell you : \'\'If you come across this accursed Antigone
on stage ,subject her to the incestious Dyonisian wedding ! \'\'
Really warning you : \'\'Don\'t believe the verses of these mischievous poets
who cause us so much pains ! \'\'
Words are wild beatitudes that must be deconstructed
through the Bacchic exhilaration of lunacy...
To be crazy is a role that can be learned .
The contract with the demon in white coat you will honor !
In an endless padded satin night you will spin ...
The last pages of my diary will remain blank
like a rediscovered innocence ...