Cinema can fill in the empty spaces of your life

- This was maybe a mistake. - What was maybe a mistake? - Me getting in this car with you. You might as well be a serial killer. Sorry, but you do kind of look like one.

Dear everyone, don't think it's been easy, but I understand now that we're not and never will be alike. I'm not like you, who fucks to be validated and might just as well give up putting cocks inside of you. And I'm not like you. All you want is to be filled up and whether it's by a man or by tons of disgusting slop makes no difference. And I'm definitely not like you. That empathy you claim is a lie because all you are is society's morality police whose duty is to erase my obscenity from the surface of the earth so that the Bourgeoisie won't feel sick. I'm not like you. I am a nymphomaniac and I love myself for being one, but above all, I love my cunt and my filthy, dirty lust.

Perhaps the only difference between me and other people is that I've always demanded more from the sunset. More spectacular colors when the sun hit the horizon. That's perhaps my only sin.

Life is only on Earth. And not for long.

Chaos reigns.