Property Isn't Theft: It's Nothing.

Should I Be What I Think? But I Think About Being So Many Things!

I’m Losing My Taste For Everything, Including Even My Taste For Finding Everything Tasteless.

There Is No Happiness Without Knowledge. But Knowledge Of Happiness Is Unhappy; For Knowing Ourselves Happy Is Knowing Ourselves Passing Through Happiness, And Having To, Immediatly At Once, Leave It Behind. To Know Is To Kill, In Happiness As In Everything. Not To Know, Though, Is Not To Exist.

I Never Go To Where's A Risk. I'm Frightened Of Dangers Down To Boredom.

I Crave Time In All Its Duration, And I Want To Be Myself Unconditionally.