Sadness does not abandon me, and or do not want to leave. Don't worry friend, friend, stranger that arrived up to here. I care a hell fill my portfolio with these writings, fuck off with the honors. The only thing that is truly worth is to have something about what to write and something on the table to eat. Where you go the truth does not matter, if this does have a value, there I leave you; they will be my judge, my executioner my salvation. Everything that comes out of this mouth is cursed and has perversion. I do not bring their virgins, that I spit them; I do not bring their parents, pastors, rabbis, preachers, potatoes, Buddhas: I am against the limitation of the thought of the man, and hang their heads at the door of my Palace of lust. I like to dress up good elegant clothes, but not thoughts that adorn my brain to fall well. I will be a kick in your thinking, warning me why or love me. Don't try to surprise me with short ideas, adopted arguments, with alien philosophy; Nietzsche, Kafka, Schopenhauer, Kant, Marx, Plato, Camus, Socrates, Hegel, Sartre: all of them are dead, let them rest, his ideas lie in role as seeds to be germinated, not to feed doped brains of lies and truths half. Sade, the divine Marquis, my friend: anointed me the joys, enveloped me in the world of furs and I lust her, most never made altar; He gave me a path more I gave them the drawing of the Palace. I am sad, that damned didn't find too much in this world enough to honor his thirst. There is no female slut and submissive enough to tear the soul, join mine and dance over the dead bodies of their stupid ideologies. I do not come with your ideas progressives making as well as their hormones, such ideologies time I killed them; I speak not of its fallacies that I am not convinced. And don't ask me what I do, because the answer is: nothing. Because their stupid women without pure reasoning, his standardized men, your old disgust me: limited whores, its old: lustful secret. Society to stockings, which I curse not be completely unlimited, or be completely limited. Disgust with their neutrality to feign sanity, to pretend to be, not to fall into "savagery", to presume intellectual superiority and end the evening: being more beasts than the beasts of the field. With a glass of wine, and a proper music, women ends up being more dog than the more suburban canine, but the next day, before society pretends class, sanity and revulsion to sex. By a woman, the man becomes more chimpanzee to the wildest, most stupid APE and hormone-free: with such surprise, prevail, satiate his phallus, download hormones. The next day, it is the rich educated, University, son of Daddy with a future, the next Governor. Beautiful, beautiful evolution. And just ask tonight: come to me, hookers without limitations, that theirs is the Kingdom of lust, eroticism and excesses. Good night. Der Schattenmann.
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