If they are completely honest,
everyone will tell you that "after
the 'unlucky bite', you'll feel Ok...
great, even. But don't kid yourself,"
they add, "that'll be endorphins
that kick in after any kind of injury,
even the kind you get better from."
There's no sense in speaking aloud
what comes next: your best friend
looks at you like he doesn't know
you, everyone else has drawn guns
on you already. Nietzsche never
gazed into an abyss as absolute
as this. Beyond today, maybe we
live. Maybe we die. Maybe we walk
afterwards. Nothing is certain anymore
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