Beyond My Body My Veins Are Invisible.

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.

I Stop Wanting What I Am Looking For, Looking For It.

Everything Is A Little Bit Of Darkness, Even The Light.

Suffering Is Above, Not Below. And Everyone Thinks That Suffering Is Below. And Everyone Wants To Rise.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.