Every Thought Should Recall The Ruin Of

As The Years Pass, The Number Of Those We Can Communicate With Diminishes. When There Is No Longer Anyone To Talk To, At Last We Will Be As We Were Before Stooping To A Name.

By What Aberration Has Suicide, The Only Truly Normal Action, Become The Attribute Of The Flawed?

What Do You Do From Morning To Night?" "i Endure Myself.

Society Is Not A Disease, It Is A Disaster. What A Stupid Miracle That One Can Live In It.

The More We Try To Rest Ourselves From Our Egos, The Deeper We Sink Into It.