Sunday, July 31, 2005

[...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:36 PM

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Saturday, July 30, 2005

SometimesIthink
aboutyou.Yes.
Iamnaive
—as you said—
yes.Myinexperience
—as you called it—
mademetrust.
Theexpectedresult:
youtoremy
integritytoshreds.
Youhit&hit.
Mybruisedhelpless
egoliedin
thegroundagonizing;
butyouhad
noproblemwith
anattackan
abuse.Youinsulted
untilthehurtfulness
ofyourwords
madeupfor
thesizeof
your.... I
amsocompletely
donewithyou.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:31 PM

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\ Even if \
—I could—
% create %
[a splendid universe]
"by me & for me"
$ fame & glory $
(only mine)
/What?¿For/

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:54 AM

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Friday, July 29, 2005

He said... 

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Thursday, July 28, 2005

A
coward I
am. When I

know
you are
looking at me

I
feel like
hiding under the

table.
When for
a brief moment

my
awareness over
your presence vanishes

I
only, simply,
purely, just...write.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:27 PM

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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

...\...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:11 PM

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[...beat...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:38 PM

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Monday, July 25, 2005

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Sunday, July 24, 2005

Anatomy of Chaos

Speaking of Land of the Dead
 

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"When the living dead triumph, the world degenerates into utter chaos. All social order evaporates. Those in power, along with their families and associates, hole up in bunkers and secure areas around the country. Secure in these shelters, originally built for the Cold War, they survive. Perhaps they continue the façade of a government command structure. Perhaps the technology is available to communicate with other agencies or even other protected world leaders. For all practical purposes, however, they are nothing more than a government-in-exile. With the total collapse of law and order, small bands of individuals emerge to assert their authority.

[...]

But no matter what happens to the surviving humans, there will always be the walking dead. With glazed eyes and gawking mouths, their putrid forms will cover the earth, hunting all living things within their grasp."

~Max Brooks, in The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection From the Living Dead

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:42 AM

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Saturday, July 23, 2005

Mulishness 

&
every word
is a frustrated

sigh
when I
try to explain

myself
that I
should forget about

you
because you
smell like failure

&
you taste
like future pain

you
are evil
mean evil mean!

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:35 PM

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Friday, July 22, 2005

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Thursday, July 21, 2005

[...℅...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:18 PM

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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

[...?...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:02 PM

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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Because happiness is the worst muse... 

use me
;
tear me
;
break me
;
abuse me...

...give me something to write about.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:59 PM

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Monday, July 18, 2005

[nothing]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:16 PM

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Sunday, July 17, 2005

[...^...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:12 PM

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Saturday, July 16, 2005

Ennui 

...and I ran back and forth.
My ups & downs did not help either.
And I kept running faster & faster & faster.
...I need a new life.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:07 PM

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Friday, July 15, 2005

"For generations, children have chanted 'Sticks and stones will break your bones / But names will never hurt you.' But even if the child who was being bullied (the 'bullee', if you like) used this ditty as a protective strategy, no one really believed the words. Names do hurt."

-Ruth Wajnryb
If you name it, it exists.

If I could ignore
the cruelness & hurtfulness
in your words,
I would be just like you.

But...

I know you will never see the world blue...as I do.

And...

You know I will never see the world red...as you do.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:04 AM

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"You know what they say about starving if you are an artist? Well, you will not starve.You will only have problems paying for electricity, phone bill, etc. I nearly ran out of gas and barely made it to school today. But I made it. Happiness must resemble this."

~F.M.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:12 AM

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Thursday, July 14, 2005

Rewriting / Reinventing Myself 

I am beautiful;
I am intelligent;
I am appreciated;
I am happy;
I am loved;
I am not alone.

And...

...I am a liar.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:31 AM

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Piedras Negras 

I forgot about myself.
I forgot I had a life...another life.

*

He was pretty average...except when he smiled.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:30 AM

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Eagle Pass 

Sign at Bath & Body Works:

"Shop Now
Get More
Be Happier"

I shopped then.
I got more.
I am not happier.

But...

My skin is soft.

And...

I smell incredibly good.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:16 AM

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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

[...¤...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:30 AM

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[...ಹ...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:26 AM

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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

[...Ю...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:23 AM

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Monday, July 11, 2005

[...ઔ...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:24 AM

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Sunday, July 10, 2005

[...Ц...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:22 AM

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Saturday, July 09, 2005

[...Џ...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:21 PM

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Friday, July 08, 2005

[...Ξ...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:20 PM

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Thursday, July 07, 2005

[...Ώ...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:18 AM

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Wednesday, July 06, 2005

[...Π...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:18 AM

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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

[...ð...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:16 PM

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Monday, July 04, 2005

[...¶...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:14 AM

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Sunday, July 03, 2005

[...§...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:13 AM

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Saturday, July 02, 2005

[...^...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:12 PM

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Friday, July 01, 2005

She will be back in

1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11

days.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:13 PM

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Song Play In One Frame 

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"I know I'll say something that's halfway clever but mostly shallow and probably inaccurate on some level. Then you'll pity me for having been born."

Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis



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