death

death

A 'civilization' that makes such a ridiculous fuss about alleged 'war crimes' - acts of violence against the actual or potential enemies of one's cause - and tolerates slaughterhouses and vivisection laboratories, and circuses and the fur industry (infliction of pain upon creatures that can never be for or against any cause), does not deserve to live.

A 'civilization' that makes such a ridiculous fuss about alleged 'war crimes' - acts of violence against the actual or potential enemies of one's cause - and tolerates slaughterhouses and vivisection laboratories, and circuses and the fur industry (infliction of pain upon creatures that can never be for or against any cause), does not deserve to live.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

[death]...the abyss from where no traveler is permitted to return

[death]...the abyss from where no traveler is permitted to return

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Life," Garp wrote, "is sadly not structured like a good old-fashioned novel. Instead an end occurs when those who are meant to peter out have petered out. All that is left is memory. But even a nihilist has memory.

Life," Garp wrote, "is sadly not structured like a good old-fashioned novel. Instead an end occurs when those who are meant to peter out have petered out. All that is left is memory. But even a nihilist has memory.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Як умру, то поховайте Мене на могилі, Серед степу широкого, На Вкраїні милій, Щоб лани широкополі, І Дніпро, і кручі Було видно, було чути, Як реве ревучий. Як понесе з України У синєє море Кров ворожу... отойді я І лани, і гори — Все покину і полину До самого бога Молитися... а до того Я не знаю бога.

Як умру, то поховайте Мене на могилі, Серед степу широкого, На Вкраїні милій, Щоб лани широкополі, І Дніпро, і кручі Було видно, було чути, Як реве ревучий. Як понесе з України У синєє море Кров ворожу... отойді я І лани, і гори — Все покину і полину До самого бога Молитися... а до того Я не знаю бога.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine.

As if the dead really do persist, even in a bottle of wine.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I wanted to play with death, like a child with a new toy, I wanted to push all the buttons and see what would happen.

I wanted to play with death, like a child with a new toy, I wanted to push all the buttons and see what would happen.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Your shadow is bought and paid for, and your death will not remit that payment. You can go shadowless into the shadowless world, and your death will only be one last dark thing on my long dark road. It will hurt me but I do not care. It is all but over.

Your shadow is bought and paid for, and your death will not remit that payment. You can go shadowless into the shadowless world, and your death will only be one last dark thing on my long dark road. It will hurt me but I do not care. It is all but over.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.

Search for the stranger inside you, forgotten even by your death.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.

I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Taggle looked up at her, his amber eyes as deep as the loneliness Kate had felt before he became her friend."The traditional thing," he said slowly, "involves the river and a sack.

Taggle looked up at her, his amber eyes as deep as the loneliness Kate had felt before he became her friend."The traditional thing," he said slowly, "involves the river and a sack.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

After breakfast I spent an hour cleaning my revolver and trying my skill at a target. Jane shook her head, probably thinking that bullets were vain against demonic powers. But Perdita was hugely delighted with the shining little instrument and wanted it for a plaything; women of all ages will play with death! ("Absolute Evil")

After breakfast I spent an hour cleaning my revolver and trying my skill at a target. Jane shook her head, probably thinking that bullets were vain against demonic powers. But Perdita was hugely delighted with the shining little instrument and wanted it for a plaything; women of all ages will play with death! ("Absolute Evil")

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Loneliness is the standard that separates life from death.

Loneliness is the standard that separates life from death.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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