Twilight Spot

Little bombs of deception! O! -This dry tinge happened to be a more expensive selection, and we are not fully satisfied.

Tom and Jerry are the only nuts I will fight with. I seize their lives. I want the hollow soundings
‘I want to say walnut’
but walnut is not this dry.

i cannot doubt that i have the potential to be Human all too Human.

After you have choked.

After you feast and converse with your houseguests. Please! leave the ones

who naysay so soothingly,

Go back to your cave,

& wait for your sun

because he waits for you.

And he will not rise for you


without you.

My Child

“ My feet are tired, ” complained the boy

Well… We’ll rest then. As long as it’s quick and vitalizing.

But you must not rest your tuning, like you do when your body aches. That kind of rest is furrowing
and is too great.
While the resting of your resonance is welcomed you become the fermenter-which addresses microorganisms and greets them with esteem.
But with false esteem!
Since you’ll want to do nothing else
but to rest
because that is what is (falsely) great!

My child!
-you are nothing but a screamer of ‘YES’ and you cannot possibly understand how important that is and how fortunate you are to have not encountered those beasts which rip and shred the goals of bullion.
But I assume you will.

Because you were created out of the most non-superfluous desires:

Not because I desired a follower and someone to pass wisdom towards.
Not because you have capabilities beyond that of the vast majority of today’s population

YOU were created for the sake of being good-in-its-self.

And that is more significant than any of the reasons mentioned hitherto.

A comic absurdity underlies the overwhelming feeling of nausea
provoked out of a need for alteration. With a thousand folds of variation I am becoming another diaper drainer. SO.
I mark with this mark and laugh. Laugh! at our obligation to collapse, squiggle, and dribble through the cages of yellow-haired beasts and desert dwelling lumps.

Pocket Pander

“Hello Hello!” the poor sir said, “Why don’t you take a look at my extensive collection of watches? I have the perfect watch for everyone who’s searching.”

“And how! And how!” I exclaimed. “There is not one, out of these hundreds of watches, that I would not love to wear on either of my wrists!”

“But sir?” I asked.

“Yes?” he said.

“What on earth do you do with all this time?!”

Preface: Pre-Nietzsche

This essay was written about a year before I unearthed Nietzsche’s bedrock concepts. You may be asking ‘What is the point in stating this?’ and I would answer: Due to my re-reading of this essay I discovered that the concepts touched here tickle the nose hairs of concepts rooted in Nietzschean ‘Yes-saying’ (which includes ‘No-saying’), the revaluation of values, on the task of ‘imposing an order of rank’, and also on the state of decadence and nihilism. And I believe these (key) concepts, which are included in but not limited to Genealogy of Morals, Twilight of the Idols, and Beyond Good and Evil, all later works by Nietzsche, are the next steps in which one interested in these topics would benefit from taking. Though I feel this essay to be awfully repetitive and a product of amateur and unplanned writing, I believe the points made here are important and deserve attention. My view here on illness is stemmed in the view that it is needed in order for self-reflection to take place, but now I am here to say otherwise, to tell you that anything which includes you disapproving of your self, becoming doubtful of your current values, views, habits, situations, systems, and realizing you are not what you would like to be constitutes that you feel the opposite pull of your current value system and are either going to fail or arise out of idleness and into productivity. Ways for solving this problem of living an unsatisfactory life have, for me, changed since this essay and solutions are not emphasized here as much as the importance of self-reflection, which I know consider to be a step (though still an important one) preceding the solution of living in constant equilibrium inside the system of values in which all of us here are bound to. The sounds that ring through out life should constantly change change, and the hammer that criticizes and produces these sounds must be stricken, as a feather would hit the sand.

(if you would like the whole essay please let me know)