"I lie on a window sill. I smoke in the sky. It will be good nothing. Its only my lie.
My questions is your delirium. In my answers the phobia disappears.
Tomorrow there will be a consilium. Debate between happiness and hatred.
the world has not gone mad. it is perseption illusion. all is bad. Am i upset?
No. I am upset only from for nuclear fusion.
I look back.
I go on the function.
They follow me.
its my delusion of persecution"