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She sat in the blooming bowl of the chair like a bee: full of venom and honey.
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But why are 'I don't want to and 'I want to so close to each other inside me? That's the horror of it, that all I want is yesterday's rapturous death again. The horror is that even now, when the logical function is integrated, when it's obvious that it implicitly contains death, I still want her – my lips, my hands, my chest, every millimetre.
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’What makes you think that stupidity is a bad thing? If people nurtured and cultivated stupidity for centuries the same way they did reason, perhaps something incredibly precious would grow out of it'
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I could feel myself. But feeling oneself, being conscious of one's individuality is for an eye with something in it, an abscessed finger, an aching tooth. When an eye, finger or tooth is healthy, it's like it's not even there. Isn't it clear that self-awareness is nothing but a symptom of disease?
— Aug 23, 2026 08:33AM
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The knife is the strongest, most everlasting, most brilliant of all human inventions. The knife was the guillotine, the universal method for cutting all ties, the path of paradox also follows the knife's edge – and it's the only path worthy of the fearless mind.
— Aug 23, 2026 08:16AM
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Only the Ancients knew arithmetically incorrect pity: we laugh at it.
— Aug 22, 2026 03:56AM
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I haven't written for several days now. I don't remember how many; all the days have blurred into one. All of them are the same colour – yellow: like hot, arid sand, not even the shred of a shadow, nor drop of water, endlessly trudging over the yellow sand.
— Aug 20, 2026 07:24AM
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A button snapped on her collar – her chest – lower. The glassy silk rustled over her shoulders, her knees – onto the floor. I heard – and this is even more vivid than seeing – how one foot stepped out, then the other... out of the blue-grey pile of silk…
— Aug 11, 2026 07:46AM
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But still, he, O and I – we are a triangle – even if it’s not equilateral, it’s still a triangle. We are, to put it in the terms of our ancestors (perhaps you, my planetary readers, will understand this language better), we are a family. And it’s so nice to rest sometimes, even for a little while, to shut oneself off in a simple, sturdy triangle, shutting out everything that…
— Aug 06, 2026 07:28AM
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I was suddenly overtaken by the beauty of this grand mechanical ballet glittering in the weightless, pale blue sunlight.
— Aug 04, 2026 06:46AM