Apr 8, 2017
So if you want a way out, I can offer you this: love no one. Otherwise, if you must insist on loving, you’re pretty much fucked. - Supervert
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So if you want a way out, I can offer you this: love no one. Otherwise, if you must insist on loving, you’re pretty much fucked. - Supervert
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"Burke: “the feeling of the sublime is grounded on the impulse towards self-preservation and on fear, i.e., on a pain [...] capable of producing delight; not pleasure but a sort of delightful horror.” A delightful horror — this is the paradoxical affect that stimulates a person who says to himself, I know it’s wrong but I’ll do it anyway. Horror comes from the cognizance of wrongdoing, delight from transgression of the same. Voluptuous Panic." - Supervert, Perversity Think Tank
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"I discovered that if you frighten girls well enough, if you really attack the g-spot of terror, they all sound alike anyway. What comes up is no longer black or white, young or old, tenor or bass, but a kind of universal noise, the rush and roar of horror, the diaphragm bursting in panic and sending a gush of primal existence hurtling up the throat, a boiling lava that melts the teeth and flares up into the air, a burning rain of bone and blood, a basic will to live transformed into a viscous spume that sprays its fear of death across the sky—for all fear reduces to fear of death, and all screams are the screams of the dying, and thus to delight in dismay, to revel in panic, to eroticize your nightmares and get off on your fears, amounts to an aural love of morbidity, an acoustic kiss of death, a necrophilia for the ears." - Supervert, Necrophilia Variations