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Ladies and gentlemen we are bearing witness to the slow descent of the poor man into madness.

another banger-

“you’re absolutely right: i’m not thinking clearly, i’m sick, i have a soul, i am a microbe. but isn’t blossoming a disease? isn’t it painful when a bud bursts open?”

“what if this yellow-eyed beast, in its hideous, filthy pile of leaves, with its uncalculated life—is actually happier than us?”

Me pegué un cuarto de un saque y creo que recién le agarro la mano, y al mismo tiempo no sé qué está pasando