[Intro] I mean, I don't start my career with the words: Hi kids, do you like violence? And I answered: Yeah, I like violence, I like the silence, but it can't hurt me. They can't hurt me. I do it myself. Then I don't need to accuse anyone. Self-reflective, radical, honest science of self-destruction that I communicate in a literary spice that sounds as arrogant as it is effective, like creeping farts. While you're lying in another woman's arms, and you're lying to the woman who loves you again against her will, then you're not necessarily the greatest, otherwise you give yourself away to everyone and everything in a different dimension. I am Mister Deconstruction-Thinking-Reality-Building-You-Never-Hit-You-Again-STRUCTIVIST-who-is-now-aware-every-second-of-his-life-that-I-have-multiple-shots-like-Tupac-who-as-a-human-was-one-of-the-greatest-philosophers-like-Mike-Tyson-Bruce-Lee-Mohammed-Ali-Sports-Legends-of-Rough-Stone-belongs-to-the-philosopher-to-experience-the-philosophical-life-with-all-my-actions-the-consequence-of-my-mistakes-which-I-won't-let-be-take-away-algorithm-Firmware-update-my-think-o-mat. ...`` And I think your faith seems so limited, as it only interests you. Do you have enough pain? No? So do you have any connection, to what you're trying to convey in your show? Nope. You smoke dope to compress? I smoke it to control myself while I'm studying myself again. My life, a bottomless pit, never quite reached the top. I always lost myself before. I never wanted to be better, just to be there. But competitive thinkers excluded me. I locked myself in. For years I was completely alone. I didn't want to see anyone anymore, couldn't understand, that no one even came to visit me. You ask yourselves why I'm still alive? Because I don't give them the satisfaction! I experience myself like an Olympic flame, which admits in a radically honest way that it won't burn forever without fuel! I am the kerosene that society looks for love and connection between people before they happen! I used to want to be a psychopath, I found a psychiatrist, but because I was already too harsh for him, he just happened to have Ritalin on hand. I took it for a week and quickly realized I was becoming schizophrenic, trapped in a tunnel outside of feelings, turning into a furious work machine. But because I didn't see myself there, I sold it to someone else, at least once! The main thing is I don't take it anymore, because it no longer suits me at all. I lost face with my mother by refusing to take it, and to this day, that's a trick of yours! Nevertheless, I've never regretted it, and Amena Koy, I have much better stuff. Tetrahydrocannabinol is now the action dopamine catcher. I live in harmony, like two extremes in the difference of its wave before I shatter against your boundaries. I have everything, with heartbreaking situations. ``` And I kept telling myself it was okay. But it wasn't okay.
