A 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 CelineEven diseases have lost their prestige, there aren't so many of them left. Think it over... no more syphilis, no more clap, no more typhoid... antibiotics have taken half the tragedy out of medicine.
Louis-Ferdinand CelineLife is filigree work. What is written clearly is not worth much, it's the transparency that counts.
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