It seems as when you stop caring about money you have more fun with it. It’s not like I’m rich, hell I’m far from it but it feels really good to just say fuck it and go out shopping for your self, and now because of that I feel even better about my self. And after all, who dosnt want that?
“There’s only two kinds of magicians: The common magicians still doing tricks for kicks, and the ones that fight against that infamous achievement that magicians have created over the past 100 years: Making magic TRIVIAL. The later is the only one that deserves the title of “Artist”, and unfortunately there’s only handful of these in the world.”—Irving Quant
“”The large majority of magicians get involved in magic somewhere between the age of 7 and puberty, and they do so because they realize, in some sort of instinctive level, that magic is a very good coping mechanism for dealing with some form of social and/or psychological maladjustment. That was certainly the case with me!”—-Max Maven
A million times one can lie, Fill soul with that lie, Hallucinate about that lie, Make believe that lie never die, Fake joy about that lie. Still a truth that lie never will become, As in the truth all unreal succumb.
Then a day will birth and mists of lie will wither, The truth all around you will dance, As no more in lies you can dance, Hallucinations still from far will hunt, But in every bit of life the truth will fill, That Truth is my love for you, The lie? You don’t love me at all