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Wood on the sky the bespangled artfulness that serves as a costume for these rope dancers who committed suicide at dawn with daggers in their smiles and catastrophes at their fingertips. Beneath the stones you will find the suns damaged by the use of narcotics which have handed me over to enormous scorpions whose feet are all I can see although their total shadows reveals to me their presence above my head

Here, man revels in a sort of intellectual onycophagy: he consumes an arsenious food which is his own substance and his own poison.

Then, in the face of this ever-increasing disaffection of social life, a great conspiracy of all the dogmatic and realist forces of the world will be organized against the phantom of illusions. It will win, this coalition of powers dedicated to the principles of why-not and making-the-best-of-it. But it will be the last crusade of the mind. And for this battle that is lost in advance I recruit you today, adventurous

It is the genie in the bottle, it is the gold of poetry in a solid bar. Buy, buy the damnation of your soul, at last you are going to lose your way, here is the machine guaranteed to capsize the mind. I announce to the world this momentous news item: a new vice is born, man has acquired one more source of vertigo-- Surrealism, offspring of frenzy and darkness.