Thou art the one that one should be able to love as an animal.

love is visceral and so are we.

I’m praying for something right now. Actually, I’ve never did it before. Something like praying, ‘cause its like throwing up. When I throw up i feel all my limbs, dilacereted. My veins are pretty much like any way that you just walk by and throw up. Its garbage itself, ‘cause one must know: “one should knows oneself to be one”.

I’ll say: “the reason itself isn’t able. The pure reason, the substance of the self, is actually what makes us ourselves. One must not know itself by ones own lenses, ‘cause pure reason doesnt mean a “way” of seeing things, its like to feel oneself while one’s blind at all.”

I’m so many “reason-one-self-me” at the same time. That means I’m against being. I am not. I must not assume I’m anything, ‘cause I can’t.