what is evil, what does it mean?
how does it act?
does it have tea or coffee?
they say the devil’s a gentleman,
does that make gentlemen evil?
i think evil is something
beyond,
something “over” in terms inwhich we would view it as
(my apologies nietzche).
no one here is talking about “evil” per se
here:
everyone’s talking up a storm of bullshit.
evil is not inconsideration, or pettiness, or racism,
or, if i may so,”skull-fucking” (kudos to MV)
evil is pure, real,
and without remorse.
evil is subtle, like a hand that fits too well
into yours when you shake
it.
(in broad daylight)
evil is not narcissism, it does not neccesarily love
itself: evil is its contradiction.
evil is not a choice.
evil is much more honest about itself than altruism.
we, ourselves
at times, certainly
yearn, only
to imagine.