Regression 2nd part: Chapter Four
Chaos is good for art but very pernicious to society, so we minimize it by isolating it. Continue Reading
It ain’t whatcha write, It’s the way atcha write it.” – Jack Kerouac
Chaos is good for art but very pernicious to society, so we minimize it by isolating it. Continue Reading →
Someone could market a piece of shit until it became really popular, and then people would bit huge amounts of money to buy it, increasing its value exponentially. In the end, the winner would have a piece of shit in their possession, nothing else and nothing more. “ Continue Reading →
The old judicial system corresponded to the social acceptance that life isn’t intrinsically valuable but its value equals its usefulness to society. Continue Reading →
We have an idea of perfection; we think mathematically. But nature doesn’t abide by our made up science. Continue Reading →
You went on razing worlds, and I kept on plucking flowers from among the rubble. Continue Reading →
Arabic and Polish are synonyms
since they are both equally exotic to me Continue Reading →
If at noon in December I look at the Argentinean sky, I swear at you, Continue Reading →
Agnosticism is tantamount to saying: We can’t fathom the unknown, so we might as well not dwell on it. Continue Reading →
Tired of seeing life pass you by while you sleep or do nothing that counts. Continue Reading →
I am time, the destroyer of all. I’ve come to consume the world, which you are so eager to take over. Continue Reading →