Hazel, you've always been a part of me, don't you understand?
-I am here.
-I'm sore for it's ending.
-Yeah, endings are often new beginnings.
Underneath the skin there is something secret that grows like an invisible virus of thought, but it changes you step by step.
Hire me and you'll know who you really are.
why am i crying? Because you make me feel like never before, and I still want to have sex with you until we merge into one giant monster with both a penis and a vagina, with two pairs of eyes staring at each other and tongues tangled in each other, Always whispering to himself.
A new title comes to mind:
The cloudy moon illuminates the dim earth.
Infectious diseases of cattle.
Kayton is a dead man. He lives in a world of stagnation and movement, where time is condensed and out of order. Until recently, he was forced to struggle a bit to make sense of his own existence. But now he's turned into a stone again.
Everything is more complicated than you think, and you only see a little bit of the truth. Every decision you make moves thousands of relationships, and you can choose to ruin your life at any time, maybe you won't understand it in 20 years, and you may never go back to the beginning , and you only have one chance to do it well. Everyone says that there is no so-called destiny, there are only things you create. Even if the world repeats year after year, you are only a tiny fragment of that second. You spend most of your time after or before you are alive, but while you are alive, you just wait in vain.
Fuck everybody, amen.
All her sorrows are yours. It's time for you to understand this. People who love you don't love you anymore, they die, they start over, you abandon them, you get away from your beauty and youth, the world forgets you, you recognize your short existence, you start a Losing individuality one by one, you realize that there is no and no one watching you.
You just think about driving, not coming from or going anywhere, just driving and watching the time go by. Now you're here, it's 7:43, and now you're here, it's 7:44. Now you are gone.
Whoever is alone at this moment will be alone forever.
[7:45. Clock painted on the wall. ]
[ Back to the origin, death is the beginning. ]
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