Sunday, July 02, 2006
On NBA draft night WizzNutzz intern August Strindberg (left) and his good friend Friedrich Nietzsche (right) engaged in a brief instant message conversation to offer INCITES on the team's selections.
Dodsdansen: Alas, Friedrich, more bad tidings for the Wizards of Washington. They chose two Darkos in the draft -- tall blonde men with sunken eyes and thinning souls. What is your expectation?
Ubermensch69: Between grief and nothing, I choose grief.
Dodsdansen: But haven't we nothing?
Ubermensch69: Perhaps, but it is no concern of mine. For my greatest ambition in life is to become immortal. And then die.
Dodsdansen: Have you been watching Breathless again?
Ubermensch69:We have art in order not to die of the truth.
