from a cubbyhole
in a tree house
at General Sherman's peak,
your nascent, still quivering, synaptic ridges
sit etched beneath my ass:
there will be a bridge
there will be a bridge
there will be a bridge:
the prophet said so!
no: one day there will be a slide
one day, i will build a water slide
out of your
at once, enquilted
at once, enwombing
and next, cavernous
and next, volcanic memory
i will careen down your thigh,
a fucking beautiful nylon run;
we will teem
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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