002 - i shall make its death a prominent truth!
003 - and that, dear fellow, is how we provide truth.
004 - i don't feel like talking so why bother asking
005 - well, [...] things change... 006 - drink it away, make sure it stays
007 - [...] they can always go fetch the green slaves if they want to. 008 - and when the retrograde clouds cast their pivoting shadows upon the unfathomable mountains and spontaneous fields
009 - leave it for after the many things are over ... but the many things are never ever over, until the moment of death.
010 - beauty is the fool's tool and the sage redefines it
011 - a tip of a berg, not necessarily ice
012 - all the useless pain things decorating my floors.
013 - Things have never been better. I wish they would start to, sometime.
014 - Little thrills make big hills, on which we find sites for mountains to become.
015 - I killed them and they are dead
016 - but it wasn't. it was just that sweet happy kind of depression, where you think of nothing or you think of everything and you sleep through your day and hum your night away.
017 - I'm sure that there is a link [...] and my certainties are only based on doubts
018 - however, it is infinitely insignificant because it is so definitely finite
Ø is an active boundless thinker whose main activity is to peak into the virtual box of human thoughts, where all is, and reflect randoms out of its condensed archives.