The separation of my thoughts from my self, stand aside

I don't care for others thoughts on oneself, I care for oneself' thoughts on oneself

You think you know these people but you forget the world is full of actors and the world is their stage

For a cynical bastard I still cannot deny the beauty of Autumn leaves, though I'd still rather see them set ablaze floating across the night sky, there is beauty in destruction, you must have both in art and in life

'I'm "happiest" when curious of what lays ahead, the unknown and unbiased, the weird and mysterious, the wonderful and the strange

We as humans will become more distinct before extinction, distinction before extinction