מה שמוזר לגבי הקטע הבא, הוא שאני כלל לא זוכר שכתבתי אותו


2.2  Sunday. Clashing continents of discontent! & Soaring
eagles of despair. Happy stones learning slowly that life is
a curse.
Three dimensions are not enough. Desperate dishes waiting
for love confessions from Saturn. Humanity, crawling,
covering the planet Earth like a tablecloth. But we are not
the merry diners, nor are we the unlucky meal nor a little
boy killing giants from giant beanstalks or a crimson ship
sailing forever across a sea of wonders. We are dust and
moss and not very good as such. I am a mountain, old, all my
dreams have flown. I am a ticking time-bomb counting up
towards infinity. Denied us the systematic pleasure of
machines. Thrust into life, tied in naked and confusion.
Sitting in an empty room, the walls scream for more, more.
You have nothing to give. Sinister eyes open and close in
the night, a million nights revolving, waiting hungry for
dreams. Sewn into place by an arbitrary history and
cockamamie culture. Hearts drowning in their own blood.
Grace given to fools, so far away someone can laugh at their
infantile gestures of understanding. Running after the
universe with a butterfly net. Looking for a woman looking
for a man a cat a Jewish mother, food, love, sex a tear to
shed a moment to die and be remembered. Scientists working
day & night to stop the sounds made by breaking hearts
around the world. Hands & eyes tied, souls drowning in
absolute concepts of self. Truth lost forever hidden under
the tongues of a thousand liars. No point no use no way no
mumbling angels from beyond. Babies shaped like ghosts.
Gargantuan man-eating houses. Street-women, exploding into
tears. Raining. Raining gray postcards from happiness.
Children hiding in the barrel of a gun. Crazy sun throwing
spears of light on every smiling planet. Metal bar has
twins, cardboard rejoice! People Products People Products
narrow space time running to a stop before all I wanted to
say was that I need love to live.