To
hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break
myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. Nothing else affects me. Small doses,
moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance, heat.
Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from
their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometer!
I’m neurotic,
perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained.