I don't believe in anything that condemns me, I cannot afford to lose that much time. I rather things that bring me some relief, even if only slightly. Every day o' my life's a heavy burden to carry believing that, after all, I'm not going to another place but hell. An eternal flame that waits for me.
I: condemnation o' this kind, this creation.
Photo: Karl Persson, http://www.karlpersson.org/
