Socks
Description: Where is the antidote for lucid despair, perfectly articulated, proud, and sure? All of us are miserable, but how many know it? The consciousness of misery is too serious a disease to figure in an arithmetic of agonies or in the catalogues of the Incurable. It belittles the prestige of hell, and converts the slaughterhouses of time into idyls. What sin have you committed to be born, what crime to exist? Your suffering like your fate is without motive. To suffer, truly to suffer, is to accept the invasion of ills without the excuse of causality, as a favor of demented nature, as a negative miracle.
Description: Ich bin der Atem auf deiner Haut Ich bin der Samt um deinen Körper Ich bin der Kuss in deinem Nacken Ich bin der Glanz auf deinen Wimpern Ich bin die Fülle deiner Haare Ich bin der Winkel deiner Augen Bin der Abdruck deiner Finger Ich bin der Saft in deinen Adern Tag für Tag durchströme ich dein Herz
