What type of wrong thing, did I do?...What wrong did I said... and why I am so unlucky with the questionable "Relationships"?

I collected speech from so called "Smart", "Genius" nation... the judge is going to be made from you... ...Don't worry "Notes of A Dead Man Sequel" are going to be one damn long journey.

I like in my free time to walk.

I just want silence... nothing less... nothing more.

Okay... I get that... but why I!?

You will write about that... you will write this and this and this... you gonna do that and that......Promises and promises... leaks in the holes!

You can't deal with being odd?...Become like them...Become drug delear...Live their lifes... have fun...and be honest...

Look them... look this black hoodies... they are having fun... why you don't try also?(Drugs are good for you..)(Can you think!?)- At least blink!

One day you gonna find out that you can't shout... nobody does listens to you.

Today ain't in the mood to write... btw my name is Stevy.

I am a dead man, that's all......My Brain doesn't workproperly.My Brain is diagonessed officially dead....

No headboards were broken.

If you compose your dreams into a music, then your dreams will become the music you will always love to sing.

Final authority in the spiritual world does not tend to come from any kind of agenda success but from some kind of suffering. Insecurity and impermanence are the best spiritual teachers.

...in an infinite universe, anything that could be imagined might somewhere exist.

How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn't see?

You have to master not only the art of listening to your head, you must also master listening to your heart and listening to your gut.

I've always kinda been a little outcast myself, a little oddball, doin' my thing, my own way. And it's been hard for me to, to be accepted, certainly in the early years of my life.

Turn your nightmares into your dreams , some dreams don't turn out the way you want them to , then wake up and turn and turn it around in your favour.

Painting, like water, takes any form. Paint is a film of pigment on a plane. It is not real in the way that gravity-bound sculpture is real. It is, however, real.

The smallest worm will turn being trodden on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.