Leading a life that will never be approved of
So there. This is what you have done. Something inside is waiting until you are gone. My highest morality is a travesty. My greatest love, revolting. My sacred ones, a blemish on your race. My hatred, the purest thing I know.
Maledicendum
You want to stare into the abyss. You imagine you will discover something there, a boisterous polysemiotic laughing that reverberates against your high temples. You want to plough into new and unique territories uncontaminated by other intellects and you realize it is the fervor of your fear that strangleholds you: the others! the others! They ...