There are so many hammocks to catch you if you fall, so many laws to keep you from experience. All these cities I have been in the last few weeks make me fully understand the cozy, stifling state in which most people pass through life. I dont want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride. All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die. I dont want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks. People will walk by and say, Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case. I will turn and say to them It is you who are the basket case. For every moment you hated your job, cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didnt even conceive. For the times your soul screamed yes and you said no. For all of that. For your self-torture, I see the glowing eyes of the sun! The air talks to me! I am at all times! And maybe, the passers by will drop a coin into my cup.” - Henry Rollins
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 14:40:51 +0000
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