Reading Cioran again. A romanian guy, who lived in Paris and wrote texts full of despair and depressed thoughts about the condition of mankind. Dark stuff, maybe caused by his severe insomnia which led him to roam around Paris at night.
Cioran
But nevertheless worth reading. For me a lot of his aphorisms are a bit too flowery phrased, the thoughts on the other side are all worth thinking about.
Welch wundersames Treiben! Mein guter Freund Ben Turbin und ich haben nach jahrelanger Pause aus guten Gründen, unsere gemeinsame Comic-Serie für Jedermann, relauncht.
Leider ist unsere alte Domain www.lichtung-des-seins.de an unbekannte Masturbatoren gefallen, so dass wir erstmal auf instagram zu finden sind. Unter www.instagram.com/lichtung-des-seins findet man jetzt neue Strips.
Möge es nützen!
Some assholes hacked this blog and injected fucking javascript code, so everything was broken. Luckily I had an backup dated from May at hand and with a little fiddling I managed to restore it. So here is my advice: do a backup. Of everything. Your blog. Your precious data. Your life. Your hamburger. And now go on with your life fellow stranger!
PS: I made a voodoo puppet and now these basterds are cursed and their penisses will rott and fall off their fat bodys.
