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“All these beefy Caucasians with guns! Get enough of them together, looking for the America they always believed they’d grow up in, and they glom together like overcooked rice, from integral, starchy little units. With their power tools, portable generators, weapons, four-wheel-drive vehicles, and personal computers, they are like beavers hyped up on crystal meth, manic engineers without a blueprint, chewing through the wilderness, building things and abandoning them, altering the flow of mighty rivers and then moving on because the place ain’t what it used to be. The byproduct of the lifestyle is polluted rivers, greenhouse effect, spouse abuse, televangelists, and serial killers. But as long as you have that four-wheel-drive vehicle and can keep driving north, you can sustain it, keep moving just quickly enough to stay one step ahead of your own waste stream.†Quote from: ‘SNOW CRASH’ by Neal Stephenson
True Pain:Slow like wrinkling plastic The walls shrink In lost words to think. Quiet night air.There are no reasons To find heaven? That cloud to float… where the callus of the soul never thickens.angels without wings devils in unlocked cages A song on the lips of everyone In joy and mercy Because of sheer madnessI’m just guessing, If truly happy We’d be insane.Misery keeps us level Able to embrace the drudging nudge of birth.Horrors and sorrowsenrich the seasoning While weakening the meat.
Noise: cosmic background order and chaos randomly unified as abstract gestures and occurrences formed as inter-dependent opposites webbed together within the T.V. screen.
copy to paste:life in a basket life in a waste slow pasteurized booze wets the throat like cow's blood.know what to drink and how happy to think it feels to be at a distilled moment......waiting for the storm that might never come home.happiness in karmatic romance of forgotten lovers and infidelity subtle fragilitya broken glass shattered glance a coffee cup touched by a hammer's romancein the trash we all remain as broken pieces left to be tossed awayas yesterdays...
