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entertaining to tears
                       laughing
into unoblivious abyss
                       straining
throat to shreds boring
                       in-
to pillows but i can't unhear
                       my voice
wilting flailing galeful

loving
          anythingeverythinganything
remotely approaching hearts
                                            so intensely aortic
gush and burst astride towering unripe
                                                            frightened
quivering disuse

i would like to look in the mirror,
                                                     smile and unfeel lawyerous
                                                                                                 :who
                                                     is guilty but me                   ?if not                

                                                                                                          me, then community
                                                                                                 ?if not
                                                                                                          community, then me  ?

                                                                                                                                              nihilism,
                      
                                                               too exhaustingly exhausted
    
                                                                                                                                   apathy,

                                                               too pathetically copacetic

 i choose the idols
i choose the gods

come what mayhowwill
 i don'twon'tcan't unme .


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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