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May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.-.
May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.-.
I'm not afraid of death; but dying scares the hell out of me.
I'm not afraid of death; but dying scares the hell out of me.
As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring read more
As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead.
He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead.
Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.
Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.
It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. read more
It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. Even the stain on the coffee cup seems not coffee but the physical manifestation of one's inner stain, the fatal blot that from the beginning had marked one for ultimate aloneness.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...
