I’d like to address those who want to be friends with me. I want to describe to you the way I am.

1. I can’t stand the lie, theft, deception, infidelity.
2. I am extremely strict with imperfections.
3. I am pretentious, outright nightmarish, if somebody errs.
3. I have dictatorial methods, unless somebody signs of development.
4. I can’t stand sweet nothings and the lack of character.
5. I can’t stand creepers who content themselves with little.
6. I can’t stand beings who talk a lot, yet don’t say anything. 
7. I can’t stand upstarts and those without vocabulary.
8. I can’t stand duplicity.
9. I can’t stand human abjectness.
10. I can’t stand myself.

Under these circumstances, please consider several times whether you want or not to be friends with me.

To be a friend of mine means to know the hell of human helplessness as against reality.

If you complete my programme, you will have definitely gone through hell.

June 5, 2018

I forgot to add something about me.

I’m not intelligent, the IQ is out of question.

I care about no one, insofar as no one exists, just like neither do I.

Human beings search for me where there is no trace of me.

Human beings live to die, whereas I died to live.

Here I am different also in this respect.

Now, beware of the unclean, namely the one who does not wash himself, lest he should make you search for me in graveyards, because I’m not there.

I have a cross, but it does not represent me.

Here you are, stuff like that.

If I remember something more about myself, I’ll write to you, but given that I am, but you can’t find me, I wonder which is the point in my writing to you?

June 5, 2018