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I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.
The world is a cancer eating itself away … I am thinking that when the great silence descends upon all and everywhere music will at last triumph. When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
Yes, he knows how to build a fire, but I know how to inflame a cunt.
