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.
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.
PS: I made a voodoo puppet and now these basterds are cursed and their penisses will rott and fall off their fat bodys.