every store is closed tight
boarded up and broken backed
small eyes dart in dark windows
lighting ashen, scarred timber
the street is grey and hollow
on a sunny summer day
despair runs hot water
on the bloom crop's bumper
the painter paints for
the poet pines for
young imagination wants
everything, nothing, something
lay the pillow down -- for me
can't see the bed fourteen years
'neath -- there's no mahogany floorboards
standin'pon pirate peg legs
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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