I Found I Could Extinguish All Human

My Wisdom Is As Spurned As Chaos. What Is My Nothingness, Compared To The Amazement That Awaits You?

The Wolf Howled Under The Leaves And Spit Out The Prettiest Feathers Of His Meal Of Fowl: Like Him I Consume Myself.

You Will Always Be A Hyena.

Misfortune Was My God.

Your Memory And Your Senses Will Be Nourishment For Your Creativity.