Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken!
You have to give up! you have to give up! You have to realize that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless!
A book is as private and consensual as sex.
The big reason why folks leave a small town,? Rant used to say, ‘is so they can moon over the idea of going back. And the reason they stay put is so they can moon about getting out.’ Rant meant that no one is happy, anywhere.
It’s because we’re so trapped in our culture, in the being of being human on this planet with the brains we have, and the same two arms and legs everybody has. We’re so trapped that any way we could imagine to escape would be just another part of the trap. Anything we want, we’re trained to want.
Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be. Every time you don’t throw yourself down the stairs, that’s a choice. Every time you don’t crash your car, you re-enlist.
What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we cant decipher. What we can’t understand we call nonsense. What we can’t read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables. There is only the inevitable.
Young people want mirrors. Older people want art.
This is passive-aggression in action.
All these thousands of miles later, all these different people I’ve been, and it’s still the same story. Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that’s usually how you end up crying? How is it you can keep mutating and still be the same deadly virus?
Every day: Wear sunblock. Cover your gray. Do not go insane. Eat less fats and sugars. Do more sit-ups. Don’t start forgetting stuff. Trim the hair in your ears. Take calcium. Moisturize. Every day. Freeze in time to stay in one place forever. Do not get frigging old.
You know that old phrase ‘Those who don’t remember the past are condemned to repeat it’? Well, I think those who remember the past are even worse off.
Only when we eat up this planet will God give us another. We’ll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create.
Stick and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you.
Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a vacuum cleaner, a Barbie doll. Erasing a computer disk. Burning a Book. Probably that goes for killing anybody in the world. We’re all such products.
Losing all hope was freedom.
Which is worse, Hell or nothing? Only if we’re caught and punished can we be saved.
Everything is still falling apart.
You think maybe if you just work harder and faster, you can hold off the chaos, but then one day you’re changing a patio light bulb with a five-year life span and you realize how you’ll only be changing this light maybe ten more times before you’ll be dead.
A moment it the most you can ever expect from perfection.