In Our Dreams We Can Have Our

Everyone Here Says In A Surprised Manner That I Have Grown... They Are So Stupid And Do Not Notice That I Am Standing Up Straighter!

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?

Everything Becomes So Problematic Because Of Basic Faults: From A Discontent With Myself.

Who Promised You That Only For Joy Were You Brought To This Earth?

A First Visit To A Madhouse Is Always A Shock.