Only the way of interpratation is real interpratation

Indians they eat rice with curry. Yesterday I have decided to be happy. Today I ate curry but it was not as good as the one in India. My wolfs inside me fight intensively and don't try to make love even though one of them is talking about it constantly. Second one is stubborn like a mountain of hell, that I haven't seen and I don't even know weather it exists or not. I could ask a wise man but around none than my own interior voice of void. Two days ago I understood that I am a beautiful man only for myself without any appreciation from the female part of the world. It made me feel so good to understand it finally. Today I almost slipped on a piece of my mind where I feel safety the most. The hungry evil of mine was happy because he got a bone of my twisted thoughts that he could chew on it in a manner with his left paw over the right one. But love still hides somewhere on the bottom of my heart and trembles the walls of my temple inside where lives.... Void? Emptiness? Colorful gardens? Thousands head of Gods? Me? You?