The glory of "love" and the love of "glory" must be a real Time consuming, fucking atom splitting experience, isn't it? It looks "good", but where can you go from there? I just wonder how it must also feel to leave the mansion with 14 bathrooms for one last trip to the luxury hospital, and then to the cemetery. What? You don't enjoy thinking about the inevitable? I know, you are cowards, "bold" only to think about all the applause and money you'll get if you write some bullshit. Because "life" is all about that, right? The "connection" with other fools. What if after the cemetery you wake up in a place where no fool looks "nice", wishing your ego the "best"? Is it frightening to imagine there'll be no stage in that last stage of the fake god trip with the father of empty words, the inventor of the idol "dream"? Tell me, you think about the "praise" you'll continue to receive here from those holding the same tree tight, don't you? What if where you're going it's too painful for that to matter?
No, thanks, I'd rather have a Life and a Smile.
I'm a real warrior, so I think about absolutely anything and I say it.
