I Wonder If You Encountered

Who Was Blowing On The Nape Of My Neck?

Better A Soulless Clone... Than A Souled Roach.

The Mind Has A Mind Of Its Own. It Shows Us Pictures. Pictures Of The Past And The Might-one-day-be. This Mind's Mind Exerts Its Own Will, Too, And Has Its Own Voice.

Words Are What You Fight With But What You Fight About Is Whether Or Not You're Afraid Of Them.

If Only,’ Shiroyama Dreams, ‘human Beings Were Not Masks Behind Masks Behind Masks. If Only This World Was A Clean Board Of Lines And Intersections. If Only Time Was A Sequence Of Considered Moves And Not A Chaos Of Slippages And Blunders.