I Would Like To Explode, Flow, Crumble

Life Creates Itself In Delirium And Is Undone In Ennui.

The Desire To Die Was My One And Only Concern; To It I Have Sacrificed Everything, Even Death.

What A Pity That 'nothingness' Has Been Devalued By An Abuse Of It Made By Philosophers Unworthy Of It!

Does Our Ferocity Not Derive From The Fact That Our Instincts Are All Too Interested In Other People? If We Attended More To Ourselves And Became The Center, The Object Of Our Murderous Inclinations, The Sum Of Our Intolerances Would Diminish.

Not To Be Born Is Undoubtedly The Best Plan Of All. Unfortunately, It Is Within No One's Reach.