Crawl along. Seek the triumph.
See me, i stand still.

Birth weans life into material possession and life weans death into nothing but fatty acids and amorphous liquids.

Controlling your existence will contort your view of the thing. The thing which may not be described accurately is contained in the mind. Your views may change to asphyxiate the knowledge you desire.

Contagious is the moment of triumph as one ascends the pipes of conformity.

Through the toil of existence we will come to realize our faith is lost. Proposing mystical subsidy is a pastime of five point Blanca. The reason we do not live as Thorough and Emerson proposed is because each time we realize our conformist ideals, we get sucked back into the human drama of life.

I would like to visit Iceland.