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“God:
The creation of a sick fantasy. Inhabitant of senile and impotent brains. Companion and comforter of rancid spirits born to slavery. A pill for constipated minds. Marxism for the faint of heart.
Humanity:
An abstract word with a negative connotation, long on power, short on truth. An obscene mask painted on the mean face of a shrewd vulgarian for the purpose of dominating the multitude of sentimentalist idiots and imbeciles.
Country:
Penal servitude for the semi-intelligent, a cowshed of imbecility. A Circe who transforms her adoring fans into dogs and pigs. A prostitute for the master, a pimp of the foreigner. Child-eater, parent-slanderer and scoffer at heroes.”
― Toward the Creative Nothing and Other Writings
The creation of a sick fantasy. Inhabitant of senile and impotent brains. Companion and comforter of rancid spirits born to slavery. A pill for constipated minds. Marxism for the faint of heart.
Humanity:
An abstract word with a negative connotation, long on power, short on truth. An obscene mask painted on the mean face of a shrewd vulgarian for the purpose of dominating the multitude of sentimentalist idiots and imbeciles.
Country:
Penal servitude for the semi-intelligent, a cowshed of imbecility. A Circe who transforms her adoring fans into dogs and pigs. A prostitute for the master, a pimp of the foreigner. Child-eater, parent-slanderer and scoffer at heroes.”
― Toward the Creative Nothing and Other Writings
“Why not the eyes of dawn?” “I like twilight better.” “Why?” “When twilight fades, you can see the stars. When dawn fades, all that’s left is…” “All that’s left is the harsh light of reality.”
― The Dark Forest
― The Dark Forest
“I have often felt that I am being watched. That my life is being witnessed by unseen forces, that adjustments are made as these forces see fit, to thwart me, to humiliate me.”
― Antkind
― Antkind
“I wish to live my life intensely and embrace my death tragically.”
― Toward the Creative Nothing and Other Writings
― Toward the Creative Nothing and Other Writings
“The bourgeois belly merely belched from satiety and that of the proletarian cried out from too much hunger.”
― Toward the Creative Nothing and Other Writings
― Toward the Creative Nothing and Other Writings
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