Yeah, A Memory's Never Finished, If You

I Always Think That I’m Still This 13-year Old Boy That Doesn’t Really Know How To Be An Adult, Pretending To Live My Life, Taking Notes For When I’ll Really Have To Do It.

I Believe If There's Any Kind Of God It Wouldn't Be In Any Of Us, Not You Or Me But Just This Little Space In Between. If There's Any Kind Of Magic In This World It Must Be In The Attempt Of Understanding Someone Sharing Something. I Know, It's Almost Impossible To Succeed But Who Cares Really? The Answer Must Be In The Attempt.

I Worked Offshore As An Oil Worker For A Couple Of Years.

To Those Humans In Whom I Have Faith; I Wish Suffering, Being Forsaken, Sickness, Maltreatment, Humiliation. I Wish That They Should Not Remain Unfamiliar With Profound Self-contempt, The Torture Of Self-mistrust, And The Misery Of The Vanquished. I Have No Pity For Them Because I Wish Them The Only Thing That Can Prove Today Whether One Is Worth Anything Or Not—that One Endures' . . . Remember, The Passion For Destruction Is Also A Creative Passion.

As We Know From Our Government, The More Power You Have, The More Of A Bureaucrat You Are, And The More Ego You Have Invested In Being Right, The Greater The Odds Are That You Will Never Change Your Opinion.