Anonymous ID: c435d9 Jan. 12, 2019, 2:48 a.m. No.4723237   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>3257 >>3354

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SHILLS OATH

 

I am satan's shill. I believe nothing, I will say anything. I have no values, friends or family I will not sell into bondage forever for food and for feathers. Dollars will buy me. What can not spend I will burn in an ashtray or shove up my ass but I must have dollars. Give me specie. I am satan's shill. I demoralize myself. When I finish the blow I take five xanax footballs and pass out on rental furniture. Asleep, I dream I'm awake. I am satan's shill. My stridulations are filtered. My mockery, my despair, my anguish, like my coming and my going, pass ever unnoticed. I am satan's shill. One day I will vanish like the knot in a shoelace. I am satan's shill. A petty criminal, a peeping Tom, a canvas for others tattoos, a repeater, an NPC.

Anonymous ID: c435d9 Jan. 12, 2019, 4:30 a.m. No.4723568   🗄️.is 🔗kun

“In these great times which I knew when they were this small; which will become small again, provided they’ve time left…in these times in which things are happening that could not be imagined and in which what can no longer be imagined must happen, for if one could imagine it, it would not happen; in these serious times which have died laughing at the thought that they might become serious; which, surprised by their own tragedy, are reaching for diversion and, catching themselves red-handed, are groping for words…in these times you should not expect any words of my own from me – none but these words which barely manage to prevent silence from being misinterpreted.” Karl Kraus, November 19’th 1914.