I am trying to free your mind. If you see some kind of hideous paradox in it then so be it. The world's full of em

Why fear death? Life is much more destructive.

I'm back, and this time. Not even God will stop me.

Where have all the good times gone?

You ask; "Where have all the nice guys gone?" I answer; "You've killed them all."

If your heart stops beating, just know; my soul dies with you.

I've lived a dream, and now that dream is over.

I was in love with the memory of love.