Can One Invent Verbs? I Want To

Tragedy Is The Most Ridiculous Thing.

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence

To Trap One's Self-suffering Is To Risk Being Devoured From The Inside.

I Love You More Than My Own Skin And Even Though You Don’t Love Me The Same Way, You Love Me Anyways, Don’t You? And If You Don’t, I’ll Always Have The Hope That You Do, And I’m Satisfied With That. Love Me A Little. I Adore You.

I Love You More Than My Own Skin.