Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.

- Sigmund Frued

Killed on the Way to the Garage, Sicily, 1976.

The streets were dark with something more than night.

At the Horn & Hardart on 14th Street, NYC, 1949.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and sigh.

Jean-Luc Manaud

What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know where that elsewhere is

For us to live any other way was nuts. Uh, to us, those goody-good people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day and worried about their bills were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something, we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again.

Rest in peace Ray

Andy Fletcher


Rest in peace.

The memory of a certain image is only the regret of a certain moment.