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Monday, September 19, 2022

best nemesis

The best nemesis
knows your business
because they’re in the
anti-business. All they are
is against
all you are.

Your antithesis incarnate!
The bringer of bad news
in the form of attitudes
anathema! To you.

To yours. To all you hold,
dear.

A truly diametric opponent,
so it means something
big when you clash,
meet in victory,
even defeat

could be glorious, and
you both know it. So
it's all bets off, all hands
on stake, all eyes on prize
GO! Annihilate!

Tragedy
can occur
in that-type deal.
Whereas

The worst nemesis is just an
extinction-level nuisance. Damn.
Physically, or skill or power on a
level with you yourself. They can
beat you.
Maybe.

You both know it, and to them
it seems like that's the whole
point! How'd they even get
onto you? Anyway, they've got
your number, but - where's the
moral or ideological frisson,
seriously?

It's like they just want
to come flying in from
the side when you least
suspect
to fuck shit up.
Or call you out, big challenge
over nothing, essentially.

Just a butt-head antagonist! But
fearsome with it as hell.

Who ordered that?

Totally irrelevant nemesis, who
can nonetheless end you. For
no reason, wow

really 

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