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Do Not Be Surprised. I Do Not Like Writers And I Cannot Stand Their Lies. They Speak So As Not To Listen To Themselves Speak. If They Did Listen, They Would Know That They Are Nothing And Then They Would No Longer Be Able To Speak.

And Then Came Human Beings; Humans Wanted To Cling But There Was Nothing To Cling To.

There Are Always Reasons For Murdering A Man. But There Is No Justification For His Existence.

I Lived With The Only Continuity, Day To Day, Of The Me-me-me.

There Are Crimes Of Passion And Crimes Of Logic. The Boundary Between Them Is Not Clearly Defined.