art runs away from c-sections and birthdays but-but-but-but
i cant find bees nests to shake
drip, drip lay me down in orange wool
under the sun's sink, strap me down
you've killed all the bees
we've killed all the bees
the bitter is bitterer -- we-we-we-we
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michelin raincoats adorn the naked
fresh pale flesh lies dormant
the seedlings of humanity
green rusted soul gardeners dream
fingertipping the reaper
their heavy hoe weighs down
lusting for rain and sun in tune
shit eating veggies on mom's bread
athena's buffet's a dream and how
does a dream stop driving the hearse
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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