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por supuesto, la puta vida

dams don't have honest divinity.

The flood always comes.
The gods hear not, think
not and only uncunningly will

[ . . . . ] 

undead, too: the 
pantheon will survive us all. 


(Godliness next to 
nothingness.)



+ One Hundred Two Days, Twelve Hours, Forty-Five Minutes, Six Seconds

" . . . "
"I said that, yeah."

[ . . . . ]

 "I do live                      
        even tri=  
=umphant, pearly dreams 
half-awake."               

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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