I'm Doped And Thick From My Last

Compared With Me, A Tree Is Immortal.

To Annihilate The World By Annihilation Of Oneself Is The Deluded Height Of Desperate Egoism.

And If You Have No Past Or Future Which, After All, Is All That The Present Is Made Of, Why Then You May As Well Dispose Of The Empty Shell Of Present And Commit Suicide.

The Abstract Kills, The Concrete Saves.

People Or Stars Regard Me Sadly, I Disappoint Them.