Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
Anything that has real and lasting value is always a gift from within.
The ulterior motives with which you absorb and assimilate Evil are not your own but those of Evil.
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.
I can't feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.