the king's dead
but everyone's keen for the crown
the thrill fills your head
but you're just a clown
i hate pretension, you cry
but it's just a lie
a silly mask
one puts to mind like lips to flask
a douche by any other name
i wouldn't blame
but spitting in one's own face
deserves a special place
words, words, words, words
without action
you're a lord
with no army.
i, i, i
- steven
- "Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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