20101027

20101027 11:15 p.m. (probably)

his arms grabbed her shoulders with both hands, squaring her eyes to his eyes




" . . . "



her arms grabbed his shoulders with both hands, squaring his iris to her iris



" . . . "




her left index finger closed his right eyelid
his right index finger closed her left eyelid
her right index finger closed his left eyelid
his left index finger closed her right eyelid



they stood with eyes closed, hand upon shoulder, did not speak, did not move for twelve minutes when a little boy in corduroy passed between their legs.


he opened his right eyelid
with his right index finger
and opened her right eyelid 
with his right index finger

 i always thought i was a slight, more frail, john candy lovable loser type until i met you
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"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