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chaos, death, fame, imagination, nature
The past and the future don’t physically exist.
People are fooled. Manipulated by themselves and the media
Into thinking that the past & future should be dictated by them.
How can they be? They don’t exist.
Don’t define beauty.
Take each thing as it is, without prior rules
About what it should or shouldn’t be be.
If you do, your experience will be blindfolded.
Do your job in the face of the knowledge that you will die one day
How seriously you take yourself is for you to decide.
I accept chaos. I’m not sure whether it accepts me.
There is nothing more stable than this sort of change.
One has to suppress ones own ambitions in order to be who they need to be.
And it’s hard to speculate what tomorrow may bring.
As a writer I say there are no depressed words just depressed minds.
Because this world is ruled by violence. I guess that’s better left unsaid.
You can be as famous as you choose yourself and what you want to call yourself.
Look at Jesus. He got himself crucified because he got himself so noticed.
The only thing all people really have in common is that they are all going to die.
I’m on my way there fast because the future for me is already a thing of the past.
I am against nature. I think nature is very unnatural.
I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can’t touch with decay.
You can’t do something forever no matter who you love it.
I’m not the kind of person who’s going to cut off an ear if I can’t do something forever.
I write. That’s all.
