forsook

being in the present, we are as far from adam and eve as is possible

‎The Genealogy of Morals ‎Nonfiction · 2023

“A married philosopher belongs to comedy, that is my rule”

Excerpt From
The Genealogy of Morals
Friedrich Nietzsche
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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

One effect of the beautiful: the calming of the will

Schopenhauer on the aesthetic ideal. He says its advantage and utility is to counteract sexual interest.

‎The Genealogy of Morals ‎Nonfiction · 2023

“This is the painless state which Epicurus praised as the highest good and as the state of the gods; we are during that moment freed from the vile pressure of the will, we celebrate the Sabbath of the will’s hard labour, the wheel of Ixion stands still.”

hypothyroid fluid can string for many inches once expressed from a syringe

these fragments have the pink hue of a recently viable synovium

apatite-laden fluid

ovum

ovi

ova

on earth we watch the cyclical splendor with awe and admiration

Thy lips are like a cord of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy cheeks are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy tresses.

let the storm wash the plates

that’s okay mark, just chill and relax and take your time!

sorrow can make a man mentally ill, …, but there is a willpower that can haul to the wind so drastically that it rescues the understanding, even though the person becomes a little odd.

in the world of time god and i cannot talk with each other, we have no language in common

abraham was prepared to sacrifice isaac, all his joy, in faith

feeling like the opposite of everything

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apricots: for I am lovesick. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

i’m a dogear guy. if i own it

when they succumb to each other it should be in a place that becomes them. somewhere more befitting.

she leans her head back and pulls some strands away from her face, neatening herself, beholding him with her entire being. she breathes out. it was close, but she’s glad she stopped it. it doesn’t feel right. not yet, not here.

he turns the heat off while studying her. his eyes send tingles through her body, injecting her with energy. who said grey eyes don’t gleam, she thinks. he caresses her with his eyes, and she soaks it up.