fuck the poets of the past, my friends.
there are no beautiful suicides
just cold corpses with shit in their pants
& the end of the gifts.

Devoted companion to the extreme sacrifice.

He would lick the gun barrel, sticking his tongue into it and sucking out an impossible happiness.

For why persevere to exist if it is only to please the government.

... My Soul Has Crossed The Threshold Of The End ...

Never, oh! Never, nothing will
die; the stream flows,
the wind blows, the cloud fleets, the
heart beats...

Devastation, horror, madness.

And yet everything remained to be done and nothing had been completed

Regretfully yours

Dissect my body, and hoppe you may find traces in my brain of what you were unable to find in the living expressions of my intellectual activities.

Who would say the deepest desire is perhaps to give the responsibility for one's desire to someone else ?

The Werther Effect

"Whatever you want, you'll have it. Go get it and pay for it."

Worlds Finest

"Life only has meaning when you look back at it. It's a shame we have to live it forward."

- What do you want?
- What everyone wants: to live life, wake up excited, be happy. "

Life was too small to contain her...