I bet for like a fraction of a second getting hit by a bus would feel really good
Like sexually?
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I bet for like a fraction of a second getting hit by a bus would feel really good
Like sexually?
probably
The smell of death, the smell of decomposing flesh, pervaded me, body and soul. It seemed to me that I had always been saturated with the smell of death and had slept all my life in a black coffin...
Sadeq Hedayat, The Blind Owl and Other Stories; from 'The Blind Owl', tr. D. P. Costello
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That […] mixture of sensuality and cruelty which has always seemed to me to be the real “witches’ brew.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, The Medusa Reader, transl by Walter Kaufmann, (2013)
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This is partly why she fell in love with him: he knows something about her she doesn’t know, he knows what she’s like inside.
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