Everything but me
"sHE JUST STARES AT ME, RIGHT LEG KICKED OUT WITH WEIGHT ON HER LEFT SIDE PURSE SLUNG OVER HER SHOULDER, SHAKING HER HEAD IN A "YOU-SILLY-FUCKER" KIND OF MANNER AND TELLS ME TO GET UP, WE ARE GOING OUT. i SCRAMBLE, SLIDE, FALL AS I RUSH TO MY BEDROOM, CHANGING AS FAST AS I CAN, KNOCKING THINGS OVER, DROPPING CLOTHES EVERYWHERE. i AM LIFTED. SOURING. CATCHING MYSELF IN THE MIRROR AND BRIEFLY WASHING MY FACE, STOPPING, SMIRKING AT MY IDIOCY AT MY NOW KNOWING WHAT A PATHETIC MESS OF MAN, I WAS TO HAVE BEATEN MYSELF SENSLESS OVER NOTHING BUT MY WANDERING RIDICULOUS THOUGHTS, TO HAVE GIVEN WAY TO THE MOOD OF THE SKY.""VISITED BY A CHILD WHO DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THAT WHEN HE IS OLDER AND WHEN HE REALIZES IT ALL COMES TO AN END, WHEN THE ANCIENT ONE HE OR SHE HAS JUST VISITED VANISHES AND IS SPREAD ALONG THE SEA LIKE EMPTYING AN ASHTRAY, OR SHELVED IN A METAL JAR AMONG THE MEMORIES OF NOTHING AND SLOWLY LEFT TO A WHISPER OF THOUGHT AND EVENTUALLY PUT IN THE ATTIC, UP ON A SHELF, AND PERHAPS FURTHER PUT UP FOR SALE ON THE LAWN ONE SILENT SPRING MORNING OR DISPOSED OF OUTRIGHT. WHAT WILL HE THINK? WILL IT HAVE BEEN AN UTTER WASTE? WILL HE HAVE LEFT A MARK AND DONE GREAT THINGS? OR WILL HE SHRUG AND ACQUIESCE TO THE FACT HE WASTED IT ALL ON NOTHING? iT'S ALL A METHOD OF DISPOSAL REALLY. bABY STEPS TO DISPOSAL, BABY STEPS TO THE ULTIMATE CURSE, TO BE FORGOTTEN, TO BE UN-REMEMBERED.""EVERYONE HAS RATS IN THEIR CELLAR, EVEN THE POPE. I AM WELL & THOUGH IT GETS UNREASONABLY COLD UP HERE YOUR LETTERS KEEP ME WARM."
rage against the machine
simpsons
The odyssey, Blood in my eye, soul on ice