Whether or not they exist we are slaves to our gods.
pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.
Life is good, but Wine is better.
My homeland is the portuguese language.
Without madness what is man But a wholesome beast, Postponed corpse that begets?
Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. Could it think, the heart would stop beating.