Equally Empty, Equally To Be Loved, Equally

The Happiness Consists In Realizing That It Is All A Great Strange Dream.

There Was Nothing To Talk About Anymore. The Only Thing To Do Was Go.

The Closer You Get To Real Matter, Rock Air Fire And Wood, Boy, The More Spiritual The World Is.

I Think It's All Lovely Hallucination But I Love It Sorta.

Why Did I Allow Myself To Be Bored Ever In The Past And To Compensate For It Got High Or Drunk Or Rages Or All The Tricks People Have Because They Want Anything But Serene Understanding Of Just What There Is, Which Is After All So Much.