Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.

But to believe that getting stuff is the purpose and aim of life is madness.

I ate civilization. It poisoned me, I was defiled. And then, I ate my own wickedness.

No one ever wins. No one finally loses, except the dead. Under the sun they rot together with absolute biological equality.

My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape.