10.14.07
Übermensch Returns
The intimidating journalist you left without saying goodbye.
She who wanted to believe when you said she was the best. She who writes about you… winning “Pulitzers” for them – acclaim she does not even desire.
Her you dismissed…
because she was from another planet…
and she was deviant…
because a hungry world needed you.
That miserable world is trying to weigh her down because Miss Eerie loves company.
That world is using her… using her words, using her thoughts, to feed a starving bond relying on words to fuel its axis.
Personality plagiarism – the hibbijibbies.
That world has many faces.
You are only seeing one.
You are its sun, but that cannot be!
You are the one who needs the sun for strength. Oh, not even you can cure such a world, Übermensch!
Miss Lane… is a little girl you taught to ride a bicycle… only to release her when she learned everything she needed to know.
If you had not turned away,
you would have seen her fall.
She is no Überwoman.
She still needs you.
Reporting for The Daily Pliny, this is her.
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But then… As Franz would say…
fiction, fiction. =P
Weird… I saw Superman Returns last night.
Wrote this right after - but it’s definitely not about the movie. Checked the bulletin posts and saw someone calling me “uber.” Deleted this same entry a few minutes ago from Multiply. (Once again, I wrote and discovered that I had gathered only a withered briar—an imperfect blossom!)
Then my alarm went off reminding me that it’s Nietzsche’s birthday.
Hmmm… uberly timely.
