My trouble is insomnia. If I had always slept properly, I'd never have written a line.
Louis-Ferdinand CelineA God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who falls and falls, always belly side up, ready for caresses, thatโs him, our master. Come, kiss me.
Louis-Ferdinand CelineLife must go on, even if it's no joke...just pretend to believe in the future.
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