What does not kill me, makes me stronger… —Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900) Paranoid German Batchelor Philosopher, in ‘Twilight of the Idols’ 1888 {the year of the great NYC snow storm}
Altho not dead I reckon I should be a lot stronger. Oh so much just pissed away in passing, they’ve been trying to kill me since 1953 & the previous incarnation terminated around 1947 so not sure what went on between then & Samhain 1952 when the latest conception happened.
In that vein, wonder where that useless father of mine’s buried? Maybe in Yonkers, too far for a casual trip just to piss on the grave. Actually, not even worth the urine, will just recycle it locally.
Never personally been accused of parenthood, now in loco parentis of four dozen-odd assorted souls — somewhere betwixt avuncular & collegial with a trace of DOM-syndrome.
Losing attachment more every day: not seeking or wishing for discorporation but not caring much anymore, either.
