The Righteous One Has No Sense Of

Reality Changes; In Order To Represent It, Modes Of Representation Must Change.

Love Is Also Like A Coconut Which Is Good While It Is Fresh, But You Have To Spit It Out When The Juice Is Gone, What's Left Tastes Bitter.

Don't Be Afraid Of Death So Much As An Inadequate Life.

The Shrill Voices Of Those Who Give Orders Are Full Of Fear Like The Squeakings Of Piglets Awaiting The Butcher's Knife, As Their Fat Arses Sweat With Anxiety In Their Office Chairs.... Fear Rules Not Only Those Who Are Ruled, But The Rulers Too.

When The Wound/ No Longer Hurts/ The Scar Does.