I like you old-fashioned, ancient, antique, you are finished. You do not found any new thing, you are doing the same over and over you are expired. Your reality is a copy, you do not have way out, you are always getting back to the past in a stupid purpose of make a change, you do not lie, It is better to die. Destroy your pride, make memories to forget, bath in mirages, show your wrinkles as injuries of war... it is time to spit to the visionaries.