"there is a loneliness in this world so greatthat you can see it in the slow movement ofthe hands of a clock.people so tiredmutilatedeither by love or no love.people just are not good to each otherone on one.the rich are not good to the richthe poor are not good to the poor.we are afraid.our educational system tells usthat we can all bebig-ass winners.it hasn't told usabout the guttersor the suicides.or the terror of one personaching in one placealoneuntouchedunspoken towatering a plant."
you haven't liveduntil you've been in aflophousewith nothing but onelight bulband 56 mensqueezed togetheron cotswith everybodysnoringat onceand some of thosesnoressodeep andgross andunbelievable-darksnottygrosssubhumanwheezingsfrom hellitself.your mindalmost breaksunder thosedeath-likesoundsand theinterminglingodors:hardunwashed sockspissed andshitted underwearand over it allslowly circulatingairmuch like thatemanating from uncoveredgarbagecans.and thosebodiesin the darkfat andthinandbentsomeleglessarmlesssome mindlessand worst ofall:the totalabsence ofhopeit shroudsthemcovers themtotally.it's notbearable.you getupgo outwalk the streetsup and downsidewalkspast buildingsaround the cornerand backupthe samestreetthinkingthose menwere allchildrenoncewhat has happenedtothem?and what hashappenedtome?it's darkand coldouthere.
Positive to the chemicalcharges to the negative affectbursting fireblooming hateto the innocent who smell of guiltspeak of guiltdispense guiltbursting fireblooming hatefuel injected straight to the eyesthat already wince dustBlood flows thin alreadythinner six more toyssix more breakstumors pus woundsthe E.R. threw outsix more toyssix more roundsto hold the intruder at baybut corpses won't go awaycorpses blooming firecorpses blooming hate
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the averagehuman being to supply any given army on any given dayand the best at murder are those who preach against itand the best at hate are those who preach loveand the best at war finally are those who preach peacethose who preach god, need godthose who preach peace do not have peacethose who preach peace do not have lovebeware the preachersbeware the knowersbeware those who are always reading booksbeware those who either detest povertyor are proud of itbeware those quick to praisefor they need praise in returnbeware those who are quick to censorthey are afraid of what they do not knowbeware those who seek constant crowds forthey are nothing alonebeware the average man the average womanbeware their love, their love is averageseeks averagebut there is genius in their hatredthere is enough genius in their hatred to kill youto kill anybodynot wanting solitudenot understanding solitudethey will attempt to destroy anythingthat differs from their ownnot being able to create artthey will not understand artthey will consider their failure as creatorsonly as a failure of the worldnot being able to love fullythey will believe your love incompleteand then they will hate youand their hatred will be perfectlike a shining diamondlike a knifelike a mountainlike a tigerlike hemlocktheir finest art
"There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die."
Guided by the UnknownRose has a reason to dance in the morning sun.The lotus has a reason to wait for the first sun rays to spread its petals.Animals and human beings have a reason to look at the sun in the morning.From the cradle to the grave we have all reasons unknown in us.Guided by an unknown principle hidden in us.We live.It is always the mystery of the unknown which guides us.Our ways, our behavior, our tendencies,The differences we see between people,The care and concern, the brutality and sufferings,The thoughts and thought patterns,The attitudes and guide lines of life,All is a mystery.We live in tremendous mystery
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