A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?
Those who are crazy enough to think they can change the world usually do.
I once took a poo in the woods while hunched over like an animal. It was AWESOME.
Being bored is the price we pay for not being insane.
Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.
If we had to earn our age by thinking for ourselves at least once a year, only a handful of people would reach adulthood.
Every single person is a fool, insane, a failure, or a bad person to at least ten people.
I'm afraid to go out at night because it's too dark.I'm afraid to try different food because I may not like it.I'm afraid to do something different because what if I fail.I'm afraid to smile at someon...
Her eyes bled from venomous anger...Her flower had been gruesomely deflowered...Her life had slowly turned into a blunder...There was no more thinking further....She would rather become a Foetus murde...
To evade insanity and depression, we unconsciously limit the number of people toward whom we are sincerely sympathetic.
I have come to realize that my stupid gestures excites women alot, and if I'm really stupid, i will dare to take them to bed and excite them even more.