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Financially, sexually, any way you look at it, they’re nonentities.
Righf bc money and sex are the only two measures of success...
the twentieth century had about as much in common with the eighteenth as the GAN insurance tower with the Petit Trianon.
Baudelaire. Here were real themes: death, anguish, shame, dissipation, lost childhood and nostalgia—transcendent subjects.
‘You’ve got death on the brain, old man
I think he had understood what was going on—maybe he caught me looking at her—but he started feeling his girlfriend up right there in class. He’d push her skirt up, put his hand as high as possible, very high on her thigh, then he’d look right at me and smile, really cool.
wanted the bitch so badly.
We envy and admire the Negro because we long to regress, like him, to our animal selves; to be animals with big cocks and small reptilian brains which are no more than appendices to their pricks.
Only Jews are spared the regret of not being Negroes, because they have long since chosen the path of intelligence, shame and guilt.
Nothing in Western civilization can equal or even approach what the Jews have made of guilt and shame; this is why Negroes hate the Jews most of all.
understood that I’d never be a writer, but I also understood that I didn’t care.
there aren’t any women on the far right, or if there are, they only fuck paratroopers.
I’d imagine sliding my cock into her long, soft black hair; I even jerked off over her homework once.
don’t remember doing what I did next—I think it was half-involuntary—but the next thing I knew I felt her thigh against the palm of my left hand, then it’s all a blur.
took my cock in my hand as if to offer it to her. She burst out laughing; I think I laughed, too, as I started to masturbate. I went on laughing and jerking off as she got her things together, as she got up to leave. When she got to the door, she turned around and looked at me one last time; I ejaculated, then everything went black.
depressed teacher, a bit suicidal, needs to rebuild his psyche
had just turned thirty-five. I knew that the first chapter of my life was over.”
Christiane did something surprising: she leaned close, put her arm around his neck and kissed him on both cheeks.
Shes holding space for him
arguably something only a woman can do according to Michel
never met a woman like you before. I never even dared to hope that a woman like you could exist.”
Hope talking
in reality his body was in a slow process of decay; Christiane’s body was too.
Reality, age
what role should Paul Valéry play in the French language instruction of the scientific disciplines? By the time he finished his choucroute and ordered some cheese, he was tempted to answer “None.”
pigs,
Piglet dream
don’t have the faintest idea how to make sausages or forks or mobile phones. I’m surrounded by all this stuff that I eat or use and I couldn’t actually make a single thing—couldn’t even begin to understand how they’re made.
Cant pass anything along to his son
In fact, outside the industrialized world, I couldn’t even survive; I wouldn’t know how to feed or clothe myself, or protect myself from the weather.
Modern human is intriguingly not v animalistic despite the comparisons made to sexualkty etc
I’m completely dependent on my society, but I play no useful role in it. The only thing I know how to do is write dubious commentaries on outdated cultural issues.
In fact, the only useful person I know is my brother.”
“He invented a new cow.
I’ve contributed nothing to the world.”
she felt a terrible regret. If they had met there in 1976, when he was twenty and she was sixteen, how different their lives could have been. This, she thought, was the first sign that she was falling in love.
Was he in love first?
he took poison, something mild that took hours to work, and then asked to see everyone on the estate one by one—a private audience, very ‘death of Socrates.’
His son David lit the fire, a strange glint in his eyes.
The universe was a battle zone, teeming and bestial, the whole thing enclosed within a hard, fixed landscape—clearly perceptible, but inaccessible: the landscape of the moral law.
Meola dismembered the baby in front of the grandmother with a pair of clippers, then ripped out one of the old woman’s eyes with his fingers and masturbated into the bleeding socket. He had a remote control for the camera in his other hand and used it to zoom right in on her face. She was crouched on the floor, manacled to the wall in what looked like a garage. At the end of the film she was lying in her own excrement. The video was three quarters of an hour long, but the police were the only ones to see it all—the jury asked for it to be turned off after ten minutes.
To be so seductive, he had to personify evil, to be its perfect embodiment—and
what the masses adored above everything was the image of evil unpunished.
David was convinced that man’s greatest achievements were based on murder, and by the end of 1976 he was ready to push as many people as he had to into as many swimming pools as he could find in order to succeed.
handsome, with a strong, virile, almost animal beauty.
He was proud of his long, thick phallus and his big, hairy balls.
‘abortion parties.’ After the procedure, the fetus was ground up and kneaded into bread dough to be shared among the communicants.
While he castrated the baby using a serrated knife, John di Giorno ripped out and ate the eyeballs.
In his fantasies of domination and power, he began to identify with Napoleon.
Unlike Hitler, unlike Stalin, the only thing Napoleon believed in was himself.
He had succeeded in establishing a radical separation between himself and the rest of the world, and considered others mere tools in the service of his imperious will.
David ejaculated into the girl’s mouth just as the blade cut through the man’s penis.
What the fuckkkkk
He grabbed the girl by the hair and jerked her head around brutally, forcing her to watch the long close-up of the stump as it pissed blood.”
According to Macmillan, the progressive destruction of moral values in the sixties, seventies, eighties and nineties was a logical, inevitable process.
Having exhausted the possibilities of sexual pleasure, it was reasonable that individuals, liberated from the constraints of ordinary morality, should turn their attentions to the wider pleasures of cruelty.
Mortality sexuality cruelty
Actionists, beatniks, hippies and serial killers were all pure libertarians who affirmed the rights of the individual against social norms and against what they believed to be the hypocrisy of morality, sentiment, justice and pity.
Individual
Charles Manson was not some monstrous aberration in the hippie movement, but its logical conclusion;
In contemporary society, a human life inevitably goes through one or two crises of self-doubt.
Christiane had listened closely to his story; her silence was pained. It was time to return to simple pleasures.
