The Irruption of the Irrational
Irrational is the other name of madness. Scary isn’it? Difficult matter. Disturbing but capital.
Irrational is the other name of madness. Scary isn’it? Difficult matter. Disturbing but capital.
The witchcraft I’m talking about is not that of our countryside
The Angel has great power, which is only natural for her
There are many doors to get to other worlds. Sometimes they are visible.
The brain interprets the signals of the senses through the filter of our prejudices.
Those who bother me are removed. Conversely, my helpers are rewarded.
“I look at this anthill and wonder if men are still capable of love.” (Frances Farmer)
As soon as you succeed, the nightmare begins. You find yourself naked.
A joyful elf dances in my heart. He paints with champagne the grey hours of doubt.
The evidence is often tricky. What pops in your eyes makes you blind.
Heirs of the Tuatha De Danaan, the scouts of the Wolf Clan still practice the mysteries of Isis
We flew all night, in the morning the wolf did not eat us.