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I Supply My Own Angels And Demons. I Exist On A Stony Beach, Which Lowers Itself In Waves Toward A Protective Ocean. A Dog Barks; A Child Cries; The Day Sinks And Becomes Night. You Can Never Scare Me. No Human Being Will Be Able To Scare Me Ever Again. I Have A Prayer That I Repeat To Myself In Absolute Stillness: May A Wind Come To Stir Up The Ocean And The Stifling Twilight. May A Bird Come From Water Out There And Explode The Silence With Its Call.

Growing Older Is Like Climbing A Mountain: The Higher You Get, The More Strength You Need, But The Further You See.

The Demons Are Innumerable, Arrive At The Most Inappropriate Times And Create Panic And Terror. But I Have Learned That If I Can Master The Negative Forces And Harness Them To My Chariot, Then They Can Work To My Advantage. Lilies Often Grow Out Of Carcasses' Arseholes.

A Film Causes Me So Many Worries And Such A Lot Of Reactions That I Have To Love It In Order To Get Over It And Past It.

When You Feel Perpetually Unmotivated, You Start Questioning Your Existence In An Unhealthy Way; Everything Becomes A Pseudo Intellectual Question You Have No Interest In Responding Whatsoever. This Whole Process Becomes Your Very Skin And It Does Not Merely Affect You; It Actually Defines You. So, You See Yourself As A Shadowy Figure Unworthy Of Developing Interest, Unworthy Of Wondering About The World - Profoundly Unworthy In Every Sense And Deeply Absent In Your Very Presence.