Scam; burning lie! The vigour of the body dominates all the wisdom of the old. The human is only true through the bluff of its characters.
I am a program. I am a program. This + this + this + this. I don't decide it. I am not the master, just the guidance counselor.
Ghost, I live here. We live here. Here, the Self-image is the basis of everything. The basis of everything in our social world. It is the foundation.
Opting for art is choosing to live under the totalitarian hold of a submissive god; one whose reign comes by absorption of whoever dominates him.
I make my soil fertile and exhaust my need to write, which is like a surplus of seed. Every day I unload a full bucket of it into these pages.
Why is it that when I walk into a theater, do I want to leave? Why when I randomly open a book, do I look forward to closing it?
Behind the computers, the lyrics look absolute. What a beautiful anonymity not to face oneself!
Me, I spend my nights in the shelter. From everything. Sheltered from you, in spite of your suavely mellow voice that's so concerned with radio, hygienic and concerned.
My cock is my friend. It is my privilege as a man and a boy. I love primitively being what I am. I love my urges. I love my sex as much when it erects as when it stands flaccid.