I Think That If I Am Notorious,

The World Outside Had Its Own Rules, And Those Rules Were Not Human.

I Feel As If Things Are Falling Apart Within Me, Like So Many Glass Partitions Shattering. I Walk From Place To Place In The Grip Of A Fury, Needing To Act, Yet Can Do Nothing About It Because Any Attempt Seems Doomed In Advance. Failure, Everywhere Failure. Only Suicide Hovers Above Me, Gleaming And Inaccessible.

Islam Is A Dangerous Religion.

Beds Last On An Average Much Longer Than Marriages.

I Am For The Muscles. I Would Like To Have A Lot Of Muscles, Because Women Like It. I'm For Bodybuilding, But It's Very Exhausting.