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Nietzche

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Yet another oppurtunity to bump this . . .
Ephemeral as a disguise
And as a label you are productive, but as an understanding
You are incommensurate
Cast a stone, instead of a fly
And we will sink much deeper
into an oblivion of being.
So what will we call this tingling in our spine
or this unfathomable sickness
in the pit of our stomach?
You will call it what you like,
and you will sink no deeper
but rise high above the flock
upon a greatest flame
and the questions you attach to the answers you desire
will fade from view
hidden
behind a mask of representation and selfreferential inanity . . .
Let us invent a word! And let us create its subject!
The action is one and the same
And let us relish this word
And know it for what it is
And what it will do
Because we feel it every day
Deep
In the pit
Of our
Collective
Stomach . . .
[This message has been edited by Nietzche (edited 10 August 2001).]
[This message has been edited by Nietzche (edited 14 September 2001).]
[This message has been edited by Nietzche (edited 18 November 2001).]
 
It raises it despicable head yet again . . .
And to think . . . I thought this terrible sensation was at its strongest when I wrote this. I really had no idea of the depths to which this could go
 
THIS
WAS
SO
FUCKIN
GREAT
O my god man yer like a 21st century Ezra Pound. I bow to you prohpecy-dude.
PLEASE keep posting!! I live for the blood you spill.
 
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