To Hell With Reality! I Want To

In The Kitchens Of Love, After All, Vice Is Like The Pepper In A Good Sauce; It Brings Out The Flavor, It’s Indispensable.

Truth Is A Pain Which Will Not Stop. And The Truth Of This World Is To Die. You Must Choose: Either Dying Or Lying. Personally, I Have Never Been Able To Kill Myself

Philosophizing Is Simply One Way Of Being Afraid, A Cowardly Pretense That Doesn't Get You Anywhere.

In The Whole Of Your Absurd Past You Discover So Much That's Absurd, So Much Deceit And Credulity, That It Might Be A Good Idea To Stop Being Young This Minute, To Wait For Youth To Break Away From You And Pass You By, To Watch It Going Away, Receding In The Distance, To See All Its Vanity, Run Your Hand Through The Empty Space It Has Left Behind, Take A Last Look At It, And Then Start Moving, Make Sure Your Youth Has Really Gone, And Then Calmly, All By Yourself, Cross To The Other Side Of Time To See What People And Things Really Look Like.

Maybe I'd Never See Him Again... Maybe He'd Gone For Good... Swallowed Up, Body And Soul, In The Kind Of Stories You Hear About... Ah, It's An Awful Thing... And Being Young Doesn't Help Any... When You Notice For The First Time... The Way You Lose People As You Go Along ... The Buddies You'll Never See Again... Never Again... When You Notice That They've Disappeared Like Dreams... That It's All Over... Finished... That You Too Will Get Lost Someday... A Long Way Off But Inevitably... In The Awful Torrent Of Things And People... Of The Days And Shapes... That Pass... That Never Stop.