"my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping..."
Kane Rose Up: Christogenesis and Taoist Indolence. Abaddon1215, the Futnuckery. The Tetramulleton. Le Solidaritot. Mikiavelli, crytpogenic dissipations. Triphammer. Der Gubermensch.
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