Nietzsche's Mustache

I am not a mustache, I am dynamite.







The Last Messiah

One night in times long since vanished, man awoke
and saw himself. He saw that he was naked under
the cosmos, homeless in his own body. Everything opened
up before his searching thoughts, wonder upon wonder,
terror upon terror, all blossomed in his mind.
Then woman awoke, too, and said that it was time to
go out and kill something. And man took up his bow, fruit
of the union between the soul and the hand, and went out
under the stars. But when the animals came to their water-
hole, where he out of habit waited for them, he no longer
knew the spring of the tiger in his blood, but a great psalm
to the brotherhood of suffering shared by all that lives.
That day he came home with empty hands, and when
they found him again by the rising of the new moon,
he sat dead by the waterhole.














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