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@stundholz
Lucidity is the wound closest to the sun
Pride is the only sin worthy of committing, the great crutch of narcissism, all the other mortal sins are puny, pathetic. God’s bitter excuse against man’s dignity.
Artaud, Céline, Crevel, Bréton, Pound, Brecht, and Kafka, all believed that man is the main enemy of beauty . It is not the “Capitalist system” it is not “People with bad taste” but merely the fact that “Everything alive hates art.”
Art being a “Good, positive thing” is an entirely modern concept, everything alive throughout history was an enemy of art, art is not this lovable, chocolate-box that people crave, it exists against the living, against mankind itself. Great art is fundamentally demonic.
With each passing day I grow more anti-social, difficult, and overwhelmingly repulsed by, and repulsive to the global population.
The only thing more painful than ugliness, is witnessing beautiful things being used in an ugly manner, a good actor in a horrible film, a sublime line in a terrible poem. A cathedral can move us, but it makes us truly sentimental when surrounded by muck.
Nobody in human history has ever had fun. It’s all the same desire to express to the world “I am having so much fun” while feeling extremely lonely, bored, and oftentimes genocidal.
People used to have fun. I saw it with my own eyes.
The ultimate chimera, the great specimen, a woman with a cold heart, and a hot body.
Millennials like to make it seem that young people aren’t having fun because they’re not drinking enough, when in reality partying was never fun in the first place, all the people and places are contrived, dull. Alcohol just makes the next conversation with a retard tolerable.
Degeneracy is exclusive for the upper class and lower class, the middle class is enslaved to Normie-cattle rules of “decency” —Epstein’s island is a large trailerpark.
Immediately following back every woman with short hair, a natural reaction, pavlovian conditioning.