Let us see..

There is no place for extreme ignorance.

Death by machines.

Sronger now.

Death is proof that limits exist.

This is not a fake.

I leave to new lands by boat inside where old men smoke cigar with far away looks, and the rocking sound comes again and again and I wish to speak my mind, but I can't, there is just a distant shore and beyond a forest, an old city with rusty buildings, hard lives doing labor, making babies, and some light shines at the center.

I am not in love, boats are better than women.

God or Nukes?

Who do you trust more: Avocado or tofu?

My first teacher.