Death is nothing more than dropping form and remaining formless.
Every being chooses when it enters and leaves this world. As well as what it enters into.
The longing for death, at the deepest level, is the desire to live unbound.
If you didn't say it to me while I was alive, don't say it to others when I'm dead.
Everything makes you more. Regardless of what you’ve ‘lost’.
I’m here to destroy and be destroyed.
You can only ‘destroy’ what wasn’t truth to begin with.
If you’re not ready to off yourself, I’m of no use to you.
I love myself. I love being free of myself.
Kill them with consciousness.
Kill or be killed? No. Kill and be killed. Repeatedly.
Every descent reaps more gold.
I don’t care how I’m remembered. I care how deeply I’m known.
My pieces are not inclusive. I speak to the bold. The brave. The hungry (for death).
All I want is to destroy you. Strip you bare and leave you for dead.
He has to die to be with me. As does anyone else.
Once upon a time, I fed myself to a wolf. I knew he was a wolf. And I wanted to be devoured.
From the outside, it looked insane. To my human, it felt like hell. But obliteration was what I was after. Why else would I have danced right there?
You haven’t lost anything. But if you’re ballsy enough, and you’re doing it right, you’ll lose EVERY. SINGLE. THING.
Stay where it's most alive, as everything dead falls away.
You’re not truly living if you’re not perpetually dying.
You think it’s too risky to be wild. So you’d rather play dead to stay ‘safe’.
You want to leave because you’ve yet to fully own you. And there’s no greater pain than that.
He is where I go to die.
We’re all on our way out.
I like a man who grunts and groans while feasting on his kill.

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