@farmerman,
farmerman wrote:
I would begin Ulysses. Itd be about the only time that Id ever read anything more by that guy.
Then I would open up on that plane with my 20mm cannon. They dont know who theyre fuckin with.
In my case they do... I was born to die... For thirty years of Ironwork I never got up without saying to myself: Today you may die... Then I put my feet on the floor and got ready for work... Dying is the only thing I expect to be good at... I have spent a lot of time getting ready for it, and I don't want it to drag out, and become a bore... If it has only enough time to snatch me while I blink and try to think it would be cool...
I think it is too bad that we cannot spend more time on our lives, enjoying them, perfecting them, looking forward to tomorrow with anticipation rather than fear; but we spend so much time wishing our lives away, miserable today, in expectation of worse misery tomorrow, all the time wishing ourselves out of our present painful moments into some distant time when today will be but memories, and when we get there we will have even less to work with, and more to fear...
I want to die... Bring on the death... But spare me the sort of meaningless existence that is robbed of joy and meaning to make profit for another, and kill me in my crib... We do not have enough death to cure every life without meaning... Life will not mean for some unless they can take the meaning out of every life for their own... They will not enjoy security until they can rob security out of every life... They will not know peace until they can take peace from every life... Their money will be worth something when they have more than they will need in a thousand life times while others waste a thousand life times worth of worry on money... Just kill me.. The spectacle of humanity on humanity is just fcking things up for the animal life...