{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

Senor Raul ,

You go directly to the dark and rotten heart of the matter.It is lunacy.Humanity -what is that?I,for one, declare that I do not know.

I feel the agony in my bones.I feel bitter.There is no way I can rationalize it.

So, the funeral parlour owners fight like vultures in Paraguay? Well,my dear Senor Raul, I am a sort of a vulture too.
I look at the women ,the pretty ones, who pass me by on the streets.Whatever it is that hides inside my body craves to copulate.Have you seen the dogs in the street who try to get close to the bitches when they are "in heat"?Well,I am one of those dogs(though this dog maintains his distance).I want to stuff my face with food and copulate.To put it briefly-to eat and to mate.

Sometimes ,in my imagination, I think of myself as Schopenhauer living in Berlin in 1810s and 1820s.
Some women, outwardly, are so beautiful, aren't they?And yet the moment after I orgas-m(after having mas-turbated),they turn into the ugly beasts ,for me,that they always were.

The funeral parlour owners and me ,we are alike, we are both vultures.

Keep well.