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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Not drowning yet. Body is weak. As my will.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:58 PM

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:18 PM

Monday, March 29, 2010

Always the complicated road. It is always about making a choice. So not made for this.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:37 PM

Sunday, March 28, 2010

So hard to please. Too hot. Too cold. Too rainy. Too snowy. Never happy.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:39 PM

Saturday, March 27, 2010

This room makes it all more painful. It is suffocating.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:51 PM

Friday, March 26, 2010

Spirit spirals into grotesque darkness. More and more every single day. And I am as trapped as ever. Smoking my life away. One pack. Two packs. It will be over one day.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:14 PM

Thursday, March 25, 2010

and if this bitterness retreats, sourness takes its place

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:59 PM

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Las heridas son profundas. Abiertas desde hace tiempo. La carne se pudre. Y el dolor sólo crece. Es grande. Muy grande. Casi como la luna.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:56 PM

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Completely disingenuous words. Sometimes playing tragic.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:19 PM

Monday, March 22, 2010

So contradictory. An idea annulled by the next. Tormenting fallacies. Full of reservations.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:45 PM

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Learn to sway again. Remember, "any way the wind blows."

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:33 PM

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Repeat, repeat, repeat. And moan.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:42 PM

Friday, March 19, 2010

Wish everything were easy. But no. It is generally a fucking disaster. Hollow days. There is no aim. Too tired.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:04 PM

Thursday, March 18, 2010

I cannot learn how to live. If only. As if. A tientas me voy. Nos vamos. Midiendo el agua. Llega a mis rodillas. There might be hope.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:27 PM

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Si no sé, no debo hablar. Nada sé. Así voy por la vida. Algo diferente. Algo necesario. Such a peculiar way to ignore. A singular way to be oblivious.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:30 PM

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Strange one is always I. They do not see. And narrow is their universe.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:31 PM

Monday, March 15, 2010

Someone drunken shows probably more decorum. Not sensible to assume anything. Dejar fluir. La insensatez detrás de todo.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:18 PM

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Feeling so anxious. Cannot control this. Uncertainty. One never knows. Worried about everything. Things that have happened. Things that have yet to happen.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:40 PM

Saturday, March 13, 2010

same lament
same frequency
again and again and again

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:48 PM

Friday, March 12, 2010

[...just a peripheral being with central goals...]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:23 AM

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Such a sick person I am. Screwed up. Warped is my existence. Unstable. I alter the balance. So unnecessarily alive.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 11:51 PM

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:02 PM

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

What is it with spaces? None of them is big enough. Not enough existential space to breathe.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:51 PM

Monday, March 08, 2010

Choices I hate. Inescapable circumstances I need right now. Worried. Always Worried. It is all I do. I worry.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:01 PM

Sunday, March 07, 2010

.........Cursed be

my blood.

Cursed be ............

the skin

............and flesh

.........................I wear.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:49 PM

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:36 AM

Friday, March 05, 2010

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:58 AM

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:35 PM

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:19 PM

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Travels of Poe

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:32 PM

Monday, March 01, 2010

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:05 PM

"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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