miércoles, 30 de marzo de 2011

Whatever Works

The religions have been made into corporate businesses, 
the basic intentions of Jesus were good, and also those 
of Marx: share equally, democracy, government by the 
people, do unto others, all great ideas, all suffer from one 
fatal flaw, all based on fallacious notion that people are 
fundamentally decent. We're a failed species, so do whatever 
works if you can filch a little joy in this cruel, dog eat dog 
pointless black chaos. 

Nothing comes to anything, you're all full of misinformation, 
morality, science, religion, sports, love, your portfolio. 
The next generation of idiots will tell you all about life 
and define for you what is appropriate. The speaker's father 
committed suicide because of horror at corruption, 
ignorance, poverty, genocide, aids, global warming, 
terrorism, family values morons, gun morons, the standards 
of a mindless, barbarous civilization. You read about these 
horrors, then turn the page and go on eating your eggs. 
"The horror" Kurtz said at the end of Heart of Darkness.

lunes, 21 de marzo de 2011

The Last Battle


If it should be that I grow frail and weak, And pain should keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done, For this, the last battle, can't be won.

You will be sad I understand, But don't let grief then stay your hand, For on this day, more than the rest, Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had so many happy years, You wouldn't want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please, let me go.

Take me to where to my needs they'll tend, Only, stay with me till the end And hold me firm and speak to me, Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time you will agree, It is a kindness you do to me. Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I have been saved.

Don't grieve that it must be you, Who has to decide this thing to do; We've been so close,we two, these years, Don't let your heart hold any tears.


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jueves, 17 de marzo de 2011

on Revolutions.

 I know what I am talking about when I am talking about the revolutions. The people who read the books go to the people who can't read the books, the poor people, and say, "We have to have a change." So, the poor people make the change, ah? And then, the people who read the books, they all sit around the big polished tables, and they talk and talk and talk and eat and eat and eat, eh? But what has happened to the poor people? They're dead! That's your revolution. Shhh... So, please, don't tell me about revolutions! And what happens afterwards? The same fucking thing starts all over again! 

lunes, 14 de marzo de 2011

Rubicon - Defying Gravity

P.N.R. - Point of No Return. It sounds simple. You step across the line and you focus only on the way ahead. No going back. Sounds like a good way to live life - look only ahead. Put the bad stuff behind you and move on. But that's impossible. Your past always finds you. Even when you think you've let it go.

Passing the point of no return doesn't just happen. It's a choice that we make. A line we decide to cross. And then, we live with the consequences. There are no promises of a positive outcome. No guarantees that, like Caesar, we'll wind up with an empire. All we can really count on is that things will change. And that we'll have to live with the results. And that's the hard part, because we're defined by our past. We can rethink our choices a million times. But what we decide, we own. It becomes a part of who we are. And while we may be crossing the river... our footprints will always remain on the other side.