Now my blunders are multiplying and multiplying! I’ll be more and more half-naked, more and more chatter-stumbling, more awkward! The law of polite etiquette and immeasurable intent to courtship have greatly shackled my remaining life. My persistent caracan for my brave confidence is dwindling! When a man arrives at thirty, he is suddenly shocked only to stagger in a land unknown to him; the uncertain Universe cheerfully surrounds him and can only *****!


I might not even be able to say in words that I will have to count on myself for the rest of my life: The sooner I make the tangible laws of Being learnable, and the easier it will be to protect myself from the dangers of slapping! "One might do better to maintain one's humanism than a crown, a wedge over his head,"

even an umbrella, and a showering curse could hide under hyena and scratching words for sure! “Now every generation of donkeys and young people is just that - that is why the hot-headed generation is irresponsibly and nasty with the belief that it does not responsibly follow confident role models, fictional characters who have been made Himalayan-sized by their conscious commitment to falling.

I don't even have a heart and dare to face the intellect many times, though now it would be easy for me to act on my whispering heart and not have to pay attention to it - with my obsessive persecution mania: in a voice of hope with you,
even for just a moment, I would know just what can stand up to long tolerance, denial, along with emotional hurricanes in the Heart!