OlegKorn · September 6, 2025 11:52
diff --git a/On sadism and Franz von Bayros decadence erotic art.log b/On sadism and Franz von Bayros decadence erotic art.log
 Note: English is my mother tongue not, so I'm striving to overwhelm its superiority as I'm a self-taught user. Plus I'm "poisoned" with the fascinating vintage style of my dear Shakespeare and Poe, which making me covered with ancient dust. So pardon me for this lame and crippled, half-literate style and let me show off a bit. You also may consider it as a pity florid verbiage of a weirdo, I care not. Anyway, I'd like to receive any reactions and arguments.
 
 Let me jump again on my recently developed after having read books of m.d.S. theme: the problem of bestiality of so called "human being" as an inherent inborn quality of his pity nature, rendering this creature no less cruel and bloodthirsty as hyena tearing apart a living deer. The lies about the Christian omnipotent and kind god, who created humans as a true semblance of himself must be debunked at every level, because a god creating this potentially and actually more or less dog-eat-dog "human" must had been a hyena-like satan. Leaving alone the total impossibility of existing of any gods. But to me personally the aesthetics of Christian god is the most opposite, silly, nonsense and repugnant in its very style, essence and forms. 

 Pondering upon the marvelous, refined bijoux of Franz von Bayros art, my heart bloomed with it, after having read another piece of shit found on the famous shithole "2ch", an analogue of 4chan: a den of cynics and psychopaths, the shit describing a death penalty of flaying alive, turning my stomach, and another cruel loathsome crap I'm always accidentally bumping into on the web, the same old train of thought came: under certain conditions, any "human being" will turn into a beast of a whip and rack, erorically charged and limitless. 

 I found myself to be lickerous for descriptions of cruelties: unwantedly but quite naturally you will be too, if being to your own self true enough. And, corresponding to my hidden wishes, the non-existent gods of old Ellada always detect needed materials and quotes of ancient books, dismantling the cruelties. Irresistible lust for a filth is inherent in "humans" because "humans" are not a creature of "god" but a glop of genes of lizards, snakes, insects, apes and other feces that were messed into our ancestors. The coccyx, a rudiment of tail, is a symbol of our bestiality and of non-existence of "god". A strange hebenon is gilding thru the veins that forces our inner ork-ape to seek for vile things. 

 I consider myself a kind-hearted, common man in the street, I love animals, I'm not a maniac with a straight razor or psychopath. Nevertheless, I'm a "human being" and a reptile takes me over by wanting more and more. A strange nausea hugs me en les lisant, et cette merde... me fait gasping for its venom plus et plus. Like a deadly drunken addict of hardcore masochism with a raw-rope noose on my neck I'm balancing on the edge of a gallow pit to read it again not. Then, these scenes of merde maul me for days and weeks, looming out of the fat-parasite "brain", reigning with its chemical reactions over "human being", or, to be more precise, demons of the cruelty. I thus affirm to you all: you all are same with me. We all share this potential lust to molest, whip and what not, that should certainly reveal itself under special conditions which are: "impunity, absolute total power, or unknown". I know you've sometimes had a slightest touch of this. Because you are a demon like me. 

 What is the nature of this Blutlustgeist? I know not, but what I know is: the tiniest details of the arts of Franz von Bayros being examined, hearing these tracks (I suppose these options to my true musical taste):

 1. "Etienne Moulinié (1599–1676) - Airs With Lute Tablature (First Book)[Suzie Le Blanc, Stephen Stubbs]" from YT 
 2. deathoria - kindness
 3. Gaultier, Du Fault, Fresnau, Mouton - French Baroque Lute Music [Toyohiko Satoh] from YT

 being played, is more than orgasm, it is a spiritual bliss of an airy summer day in nonchalantly naive Ancient Greece. Give it a try. To download 200+ his arts, hesitez-pas de me demander. I'll share a way. 

 His most exquisite technical skill, his consummate elegant taste, extreme originality of his symbols, high-voltage intensity of his SM erotism making the best art I've seen. His very composotions are crimped like rococo curlicue, the forms of floreal origins. 

 All this combines into a sophisticated symbolism of higher order and misterious grimmness of something strange, fantastic, morbid. 

 His female characters, every curve is extremely refined, trying to reach curvatures of a snake. His drawings are an embodied hyperbole of the decadence principle "l'art pour l'art": true art is only a matter of aesthetics and a beauty game of lines, stains and proportions, it needs any hidden moral preachments not. Art must not serve any -isms of totalitarian shitholes. 

 His rhythms and twisted lines lullaby your mind. Saturated with hid phallic symbols and tiniest soupcons of plaisirs de doleurs make me consent to it, bilateral ahreement provided. I'm harshly hostile to any violence concerning sexual sphere or unbased on just revenge. 

 We, the slaves of the digital, schwabian, billgeits fascist distopias, should more often cure ourselves with the innocent erotic art of old days. Its harmony expels fascism and any sorts of suppression. We must flee from 2025 squalor and misery. En vivant en enfer, nous les humains normals devons être rechargés à nouveau chaque jour.
	Note: English is my mother tongue not, so I'm striving to overwhelm its superiority as I'm a self-taught user. Plus I'm "poisoned" with the fascinating vintage style of my dear Shakespeare and Poe, which making me covered with ancient dust. So pardon me for this lame and crippled, half-literate style and let me show off a bit. You also may consider it as a pity florid verbiage of a weirdo, I care not. Anyway, I'd like to receive any reactions and arguments.

	Let me jump again on my recently developed after having read books of m.d.S. theme: the problem of bestiality of so called "human being" as an inherent inborn quality of his pity nature, rendering this creature no less cruel and bloodthirsty as hyena tearing apart a living deer. The lies about the Christian omnipotent and kind god, who created humans as a true semblance of himself must be debunked at every level, because a god creating this potentially and actually more or less dog-eat-dog "human" must had been a hyena-like satan. Leaving alone the total impossibility of existing of any gods. But to me personally the aesthetics of Christian god is the most opposite, silly, nonsense and repugnant in its very style, essence and forms.

	Pondering upon the marvelous, refined bijoux of Franz von Bayros art, my heart bloomed with it, after having read another piece of shit found on the famous shithole "2ch", an analogue of 4chan: a den of cynics and psychopaths, the shit describing a death penalty of flaying alive, turning my stomach, and another cruel loathsome crap I'm always accidentally bumping into on the web, the same old train of thought came: under certain conditions, any "human being" will turn into a beast of a whip and rack, erorically charged and limitless.

	I found myself to be lickerous for descriptions of cruelties: unwantedly but quite naturally you will be too, if being to your own self true enough. And, corresponding to my hidden wishes, the non-existent gods of old Ellada always detect needed materials and quotes of ancient books, dismantling the cruelties. Irresistible lust for a filth is inherent in "humans" because "humans" are not a creature of "god" but a glop of genes of lizards, snakes, insects, apes and other feces that were messed into our ancestors. The coccyx, a rudiment of tail, is a symbol of our bestiality and of non-existence of "god". A strange hebenon is gilding thru the veins that forces our inner ork-ape to seek for vile things.

	I consider myself a kind-hearted, common man in the street, I love animals, I'm not a maniac with a straight razor or psychopath. Nevertheless, I'm a "human being" and a reptile takes me over by wanting more and more. A strange nausea hugs me en les lisant, et cette merde... me fait gasping for its venom plus et plus. Like a deadly drunken addict of hardcore masochism with a raw-rope noose on my neck I'm balancing on the edge of a gallow pit to read it again not. Then, these scenes of merde maul me for days and weeks, looming out of the fat-parasite "brain", reigning with its chemical reactions over "human being", or, to be more precise, demons of the cruelty. I thus affirm to you all: you all are same with me. We all share this potential lust to molest, whip and what not, that should certainly reveal itself under special conditions which are: "impunity, absolute total power, or unknown". I know you've sometimes had a slightest touch of this. Because you are a demon like me.

	What is the nature of this Blutlustgeist? I know not, but what I know is: the tiniest details of the arts of Franz von Bayros being examined, hearing these tracks (I suppose these options to my true musical taste):

	1. "Etienne Moulinié (1599–1676) - Airs With Lute Tablature (First Book)[Suzie Le Blanc, Stephen Stubbs]" from YT
	2. deathoria - kindness
	3. Gaultier, Du Fault, Fresnau, Mouton - French Baroque Lute Music [Toyohiko Satoh] from YT

	being played, is more than orgasm, it is a spiritual bliss of an airy summer day in nonchalantly naive Ancient Greece. Give it a try. To download 200+ his arts, hesitez-pas de me demander. I'll share a way.

	His most exquisite technical skill, his consummate elegant taste, extreme originality of his symbols, high-voltage intensity of his SM erotism making the best art I've seen. His very composotions are crimped like rococo curlicue, the forms of floreal origins.

	All this combines into a sophisticated symbolism of higher order and misterious grimmness of something strange, fantastic, morbid.

	His female characters, every curve is extremely refined, trying to reach curvatures of a snake. His drawings are an embodied hyperbole of the decadence principle "l'art pour l'art": true art is only a matter of aesthetics and a beauty game of lines, stains and proportions, it needs any hidden moral preachments not. Art must not serve any -isms of totalitarian shitholes.

	His rhythms and twisted lines lullaby your mind. Saturated with hid phallic symbols and tiniest soupcons of plaisirs de doleurs make me consent to it, bilateral ahreement provided. I'm harshly hostile to any violence concerning sexual sphere or unbased on just revenge.

	We, the slaves of the digital, schwabian, billgeits fascist distopias, should more often cure ourselves with the innocent erotic art of old days. Its harmony expels fascism and any sorts of suppression. We must flee from 2025 squalor and misery. En vivant en enfer, nous les humains normals devons être rechargés à nouveau chaque jour.