What is left of life take away what's left of reason. Bagatelles and pests of a fly over or shaking of the planet is alarmed igualmente.Con your nerves on fire, you would like the glass was ground to make it fly apart, and with what thirst would be launched to the stars to reduce dust, one by one ... Crime shines in his eyes, his hands twitching in vain to strangle, life is transmitted as a disease: too many creatures for a single murderer. It is the nature of one who can kill the desire to take revenge against all that is happy to exist. And do not be boring like hell to which the possible destruction irritated. Satan cornered, crying, chest beating is given, cover head, blood pouring wanted empurpura not his cheeks, pallor reflected his disgust for the secretion produced by the races hopes up. Attacking the days of Creation was his dream ... Reject it, it sinks into itself and is delivered to the elegy for their failure: it comes from another order of excesses. Your skin burns, fever through the universe, your brain blazes, the air is flammable. Their grievances involved sidereal extensions, their sorrows do shudder at the poles. And all that is referring to the existence, imperceptible breath of life, a scream rips the chords that involves the spheres and the movement of the worlds.
The skinned - Emil Cioran
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