He didn't think they were shames anymore. "Why should I care what happens to machines?" he said."
I refuse to kowtow or genuflect to inferring gnats which have no sway nor hold in my existence. The words I write here are hallowed; amoral - in that they are beyond good and evil - they are writing. If you don't talk to me at all, (and especially if you don't) then what the fuck are you doing here?
No negotiations. Vexations and the Vile remains public, uncensored, fearless, dauntless, irreconcilable.
And all the children whispered "Who will he gut next?"
He whispered back: "Who said anything about gutting?"
無修正です.