Book: Turtles and no end to them

Listen to other people's poems is like seeing the man naked.

Everyone laughed because it was funny, and I laughed because they.

When you've lost someone, you begin to understand that in the end you will lose all.

I know how to be a kid, but it could not cope with the role of what has now become.

The real horror is not when you're scared, and when you have no choice.

All consider themselves heroes of their own epic, but in reality, we - virtually identical to the organisms that formed a colony in a spacious room without Windows, smelling of cleaning fluid and fat.

Do you consider yourself an artist, but you're the canvas.

If you live, so you someone is not enough.

Imagine that you want to find someone or to yourself, but you have no senses. You can't understand where the walls are, where to go forward and back that is water and air. You're insensitive, you don't have forms. So the only way to describe is to determine what you're not and you're swimming in a body that doesn't obey you. Not for you to decide who you are, where you live, you have what to be afraid of. You're just stuck inside, all alone, in the dark. That's scary. and this - I turned on the flashlight, control over the situation. Power. There might be rats and spiders and God knows what. But we light up their lanterns, and not Vice versa. We know where the walls are and where we go. So, I again turned off the flashlight, I feel when I'm scared.

There is no "self" that you hate. Just when I look in myself, I does not exist as such - just a set of thoughts and actions, and circumstances.

But you're the best person I know, and you don't like mustard. You look like a pizza, and I have it the highest rating.

The words which you call despair, fear, anxiety, obsessive-compulsive disorder - does not reflect the meaning. Perhaps we came up with the metaphor because of the pain. It was necessary to give some vague form, sitting deep inside the pain that eludes the mind and the senses.

It became clear to me how I was disgusting. Now I knew for sure. I'm not possessed by a demon. I - is a demon.

Thoughts - just another kind of bacteria that live in you.