When does the path we walk on lock around our feet?
When does the road become a river with only one destination?
Death waits for us all in Samarra, but can Samarra be avoided?

-" Good and bad are fairytales. We have evolved to attach an emotional significance to what is nothing more than a survival strategy of the pack animal. We are conditioned to invest divinity in utility.
Good isn't really good, evil isn't really wrong, bottoms aren't really pretty. You are a prisoner of your own meat. "

To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.

از روی پرچین رد شدی، خون روی لبت رو با سر آستین پاک کردی؛ قطره به قطره آب‌های مقدس رو گریه کردی و پرسیدی: «با این همه چیزایی که نمی‌دونم چیکار کنم؟»

Call me a crazy sod all you want, as long as that head is out of the ass of my life.🧘🏻