It is the hour when the swarm of malevolent dreams Makes sun-browned adolescents writhe upon their pillows. - Charles Baudelaire

The more a man cultivates the arts, the less he gets hard. There is an ever more sensible divorce between the spirit and the brute. Only the brute gets a good hard-on, and fucking is the lyricism of the masses. To fuck is to aspire to enter another, and the artist never pulls out of himself.

L'oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche,
Et le Léthé coule dans tes baisers.

La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles;
L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.