>—Yes, man is ugly and sad under the vast sky,>Wearing clothes because he’s no longer chaste,>Because he has defiled his proud godhead>And shrivelled, like an idol in the fire,>His Olympian body to soiled hire!>—Because he was strong, Man was chaste and sweet.>Pitiful! Now he says: I know what’s what,>And off he goes with eyes closed and ears shut.>So—no more gods! no more gods! Man is King,>Man is God! But then Love is the great Faith!
Me, I prefer the Rambo with guns and resolve.
>>25125507Mujahideen rambo
>I’m horrified by all trades. Masters and workers, peasants all of them, ignoble. The hand behind the pen’s as good as the hand behind the plow.—What a century for hands!—I’ll never have myself in hand. Next thing, you’re deep into domestic servitude.Yeah, I'm thinking based
ONE OF USONE OF USONE OF US>Yes, I have my eyes shut tight against your light. I’m a beast, a nigger. But I can be saved. You are phony niggers, you, maniacs, ferocious, greedy. Merchant, you’re a nigger; Judge, you’re a nigger; General, you’re a nigger; Emperor, you itchy oldtimer, you’re a nigger: You’ve drunk the moonshine brewed in Satan’s distillery.
>>25125550he said what we're all thinking
