The Rabbit That Hunts Tigers

To Make Your Own Luck Is To Cut You Out.

Ingredients: Confusion, Desire, Abomination, Passion, Solitude, Ego, Perplexion, Mercy. That Way Of Life.

Dancing To The Rhythm Of My Continuous Mistakes. The Very Best Of, Over My Dead Body.

Are You Accidental — Temporary? Does The Moon Sink In Your Skin; Are The Daffodils Talking Again?

Oh, You Want It More? You Want It More.

A Battle Of Wits? To The Death? With You?

In The Quiet Echo Of His Command, I Find The Grace To Be The Best.

The Knowledge Loop: To Create, To Share, To Learn. Flesh And The Organic, Angels And The Holy, Robots And The Mechanical.

They Do Not See You.

If You're Not Making Your Own World, You're Living In Someone Else's.

Fuck, I Am Lost Again.

World's Best Sacrificial Lamb.

I Do Not Drink. I Do Not Smoke. I Do Not Use To Alter My Own Consciousness. I Am Completely Consumed By My Own Thoughts, Which Eat Away At Me From The Inside.

I'll Be Lurking For You.

I Need To Feed Myself With Pages Scattering To Death.

Does God Keep His Promises?

To find the way out: disappointment, envy, feeling that time is running out, inevitability of grief, limitations in conclusions and understanding of the laws of the universe, cyclicality of life and death, fatalism and lack of harmony, illusion of control, craving for certainty, fear of insignificance, obsession with perfection, resistance to change, weight of tradition, blindness to paradox, temptation of escape through distraction, confusion of desire with need, and the silence of unanswered questions.