It’s impressive to see a man feeding off his emotions.

Wanting people to listen, you can’t just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you’ll notice you’ve got their strict attention.

What sick ridiculous puppets we are, and what gross little stage we dance on. What fun we have, dancing and f*****g. Not a care in the world. Not knowing that we are nothing. We are not what was intended.

Ernest Hemingway once wrote, “The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.” I agree with the second part.