Follow your passions without that you are assassinated
You might as well throw yourself out the fucking window
These hollywood babylonian whores always looking for more
and there is no more. There’s no more oceans, there’s no more
regrets, there’s no more than the last fight and last breath. That
can seclude the satisfaction of living life as art and art has to be
dealt with in the most precise way. By ones own intuition, not by
the whores and the screaming dogs that you pick up treats from
like you’re fucking pet, being petted by a consumed cunt
