Status Updates From Болезнь к смерти

Kierkebaad the kindof consumptive effeminate little shit lick to drop 1000 pages worth of contrived overlong nonsensical pap that unironically reads like a VCE literature essay from his namesake only to slap you awake with a bonerfight bar like ‘never does reflection catch its prey so surely as when it makes its snare out of nothing’
No doubt the grand finale of a 72hr endurance writing / cravat gooning sesh