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>And such is always the nature of weak men: they lose themselves on their way. And at last asketh their weariness: "Why did we ever go on the way? All is indifferent!"
>To them soundeth it pleasant to have preached in their ears: "Nothing is worth while! Ye shall not will!" That, however, is a sermon for slavery.
>O my brethren, a fresh blustering wind cometh Zarathustra unto all way-weary ones; many noses will he yet make sneeze!
>Even through walls bloweth my free breath, and into prisons and imprisoned spirits!
>Willing emancipateth: for willing is creating: so do I teach. And only for creating shall ye learn!
>And also the learning shall ye learn only from me, the learning well!—He who hath ears let him hear!
wew lads

I don't

hi fren i writ poam 4 u hop u liek but it convay my feelin of sad. dont get 2o sad while readin pls.

frend

my fren an i
we liekd 2 play
in teh sno
an in teh rain

but den 1 day
he say 2 me
"fren im gay
will u marry me?"

my is filld wit tears
i sobbd and replyd
"ha, u r gay"
and den i dieded

>>11528392
mommy my fayvwit charector died