But is it true love, in the rectum?
But he had hardly felt the absurdity of those things, on the one hand, and the necessity of those others, on the other (for it is rare that the feeling of absurdity is not followed by the feeling of n...
And for what I have done ill and for what I have done well and for what I have left undone, I ask you to forgive me. And I ask you to think of me always--bugger these buttons--with forgiveness, as you...
All roads were right for me, a wrong road was an event, for me. But
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
All is ready. Except me. I am being given, if I may venture the expression, birth to into death, such is my impression. The feet are clear already, of the great cunt of existence. Favourable presentat...
All I know is that the hours are long... and constrain us to beguile them with proceedings which ... may at first sight seem reasonable, until they become a habit.
Ah, já me tinha esquecido do pénis. Que pena já não ter braços, talvez houvesse alguma coisa a lucrar com ele.
A quem nada tem é proibido não amar a merda.
هر عارضهای که تسکین پیدا کند عارضهای دیگر به وخامت میگراید. بشر یک چاه است با دو سطل. یکی پایین میرود تا پر شود، دیگری بالا میآید تا خالی شود ...
لا تزعجني إطلاقاً رائحة الجثث التي أشمها وتفوح من تحت العشب والتراب ... أفضل بكثير من رائحة الأحياء.
كل كارثة تهددني ، بعد حمام الوحل سأكون أقدر على الصبر على عالم ما لم يلوثه وجودي .
كل شيء يدعو لجلوس القرفصاء .
كان يجب أن أقول ذلك منذ زمن ،إني أكتب عن ذاتي بالقلم نفسه وفي الكراسة عينها، ولكن لم أعد أنا فأنا شخص آخر بدأ للتو حياته !
أنا شخصياً ليس عندي ما أقوله ضد المقابر فأنا أتنزه بينها على سجيتي أكثر من أي مكان آخر على ما أظن حين أضطر للخروج .
Let us say before i go any further, that i forgive nobody. i wish them all an atrocious life in the fires of icy hell and in the execrable generations to come.
You, my body, my mind...one must go.
Yes, there are moments, particularly in the afternoon, when I go all syncretist, à la Rein-hold. What equilibrium! But even them, my pains, I understand ill. That must come from my not being all pain...
What a weary way since that first disaster, what nerves torn from the heart of insentience, with the appertaining terror and the cerebellum on fire. It took him a long time to adapt himself to this ex...
What I need now is stories, it took me a long time to know that, and I'm not sure of it.