Freedom And Whores Are The Most Cosmopolitan

Love Is A Peculiar Thing.

The World Is Chaos. Nothingness Is The Yet-to-be-born God Of The World.

Man Is An Abyss, And I Turn Giddy When I Look Down Into It.

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

Murder Begins Where Self-defense Ends.