Those who think that they write using other people’s blood really write using their own shit. Those who think that they themselves are exempt from the arrow of time, that they are the directors and correctors of the arrow of time are in vain. Orient the arrow of time onto them and they shall humble. Show them their own blood and they will stop shitting on your face. They are the sick fruits of a sick tree. They think they carry the seeds but they are only the dirt around the seeds. They are the wastefulness that pretends to be an abundance. Stand your ground and their pretension shall quickly melt and pass like clouds and soon the sun will shine on the seeds of time.