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"Be a philosopher, but, amidst all your philosophy, be still a man"

Hume

I imagine the spots on your back leaping into my drinking water.
Your biceps sneaking into my home at night, breaking all the cabinets hinges.
Your rounded babies bottom leaving hairs on my bathroom floor.

I imagined the many things you must have done,
while realizing now, that I am unmoved, standing over emptied spaces.

I look for you so I can blame you for all these
tiny destructions.
The places you should be
have been echoing the emptiness
like records,
broken,
they go on and on.

The underground man plunges himself into uncomfortable situations; he feels as though they are the only way to experience real life.

He wants to be admired by those he disdains, he is an egoist.

This experience of detriment and loftiness, creating a "delicious suffering".

It has taken me 2 years to finally get the guts to read this. I wish I had read it before...it could have prepared me for the past year of my life!

There was this one night,

no there were many nights,

where I let my dick get the best of me

my nose get the sense of me

and it reminded me of driving a car

for the first time in months.

How the back lights look like beetles,

begging and wondering why I look the same way.

And when I spend those many nights,

dark on sauce,

the reverberation of thought

you bastards never tried too hard for

I laugh to myself

as you tell me what a whore am I!

"Fat tits"

too much too fit,

I'll make you into art;

all that shit you

simple

worried moths

squeeze out.