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"neitzsche" poems
My Doppelganger holds secret negotiations with my Avatar. Slicing up the available territory by flipping a coin. Apparently, I can see a me for myself if I happen to be in Somalia next Monday. But that’s the Avator talking. Doppelganger is betting on Seattle. I am eavesdropping, sitting around in my underwear. They think I am unaware because I can’t see them, but they are impossible without me. Goethe, Shelley and John Donne are in the next apartment huddled over some broken poems each had written on the mirrors. No mistakes were made. No reflections. They get to see themselves out of the corner of one eye, for up to nine seconds which is like a lifetime to remember. Yet the acrid smell of Neitzsche emanates from dark corners. Sturm und Drang be ****** Neitzsche is convinced no one has ever looked like him, but he does suggest a parallel universe. Abe Lincoln, a latecomer and unlikely participant, picks up a few pointers. He knows full well that what he saw was not a reflection. And he rode that train all the way from Pittsburg. All those windows... And, yes, KA, the spirit double, the Egyptian Goddess, goes in **** as the Greek Princess and shows up as Helen to tease Paris of Troy. How can you not believe that? For Goddess sake, she helped end the Trojan War. I have a lot of time on my hands. I don’t get out much. Ava and Dopp came by just to let me know I’m still around.
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
don-joaquin-shelton
My Doppleganger
My Doppelganger holds secret negotiations with my Avatar. Slicing up the available territory by flipping a coin. Apparently, I can see a me for myself if I happen to be in Somalia next Monday. But that’s the Avator talking. Doppelganger is betting on Seattle. I am eavesdropping, sitting around in my underwear. They think I am unaware because I can’t see them, but they are impossible without me. Goethe, Shelley and John Donne are in the next apartment huddled over some broken poems each had written on the mirrors. No mistakes were made. No reflections. They get to see themselves out of the corner of one eye, for up to nine seconds which is like a lifetime to remember. Yet the acrid smell of Neitzsche emanates from dark corners. Sturm und Drang be ****** Neitzsche is convinced no one has ever looked like him, but he does suggest a parallel universe. Abe Lincoln, a latecomer and unlikely participant, picks up a few pointers. He knows full well that what he saw was not a reflection. And he rode that train all the way from Pittsburg. All those windows... And, yes, KA, the spirit double, the Egyptian Goddess, goes in **** as the Greek Princess and shows up as Helen to tease Paris of Troy. How can you not believe that? For Goddess sake, she helped end the Trojan War. I have a lot of time on my hands. I don’t get out much. Ava and Dopp came by just to let me know I’m still around.
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Survival...              Owns no manufactuer's manual on Life, it has no scheme or plot nor the ability to count cards it's genius has no shame does not reflect               or give pause for consequence it does not think about what great lesson it learned Survival pushes on with or without a Joker's grin Or lack of grace... Survival has no feathers or Neitzsche beauty to display                 never hides behind a rock it wears no shade Survival does not express fear, relief, or shock just simple Strength                 with an unreadable poker-face... *(Because Death knows nothing of haste, Nor cares for the human race.)*
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
butch-decatoria
Of the Fittest (08)
Survival...              Owns no manufactuer's manual on Life, it has no scheme or plot nor the ability to count cards it's genius has no shame does not reflect               or give pause for consequence it does not think about what great lesson it learned Survival pushes on with or without a Joker's grin Or lack of grace... Survival has no feathers or Neitzsche beauty to display                 never hides behind a rock it wears no shade Survival does not express fear, relief, or shock just simple Strength                 with an unreadable poker-face... *(Because Death knows nothing of haste, Nor cares for the human race.)*
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