Out of world
Out of box Out of matrix Out of world
Wind away
crumble and wind away
All the wise genes
have left (needless to say but because they were wise) This world left with vulgar and unwise genes How pathetic How miserable
Not that bad
Ceasing to live without pain... seems not bad Ceasing to live with pain in a short span of time... worse but seems not that bad
To where I was from
What am I doing Where am I heading to I don't know Heading to where I was from before born
I try
I try not to live this so-called world
I intend
I intend to live as long as I want
No amount
No amount of exercise can save poor posture No amount of money can save a fool No amount of thoughts from outside can replace self-thoughts No amount of try-hard can beat genetic makeup Actually not completely true but roughly speaking
Faked wholesomeness
Faked wholesomeness, Sprezzatura, ...
Going abstract
beyond so-called reality beyond so-called the world That's my main concern these days