You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!"

I worship the porcelain goddess, pain is my communion, Listerine is my denomination. There are two kinds of people in this world, the living and those who can't handle amber ruckus.

There are zen monks who spend a lifetime trying to achieve what we absently reach while freshening our breath. Pain scours away all unnecessary thoughts and wishes, desire become a shadow of a memory.

We've seen Herzog's movie and we know that the world is just meaningless suffering and despair. This is reflected in our day to day actions.