Another Day

"We all need to escape. The hours are long and need to be filled somehow until our death. And there's just not enough glory and excitement to go around. Things quickly get drab and deadly. We awaken in the morning, kick our feet out from under our sheets, place them on the floor and think, ah, shit, what now?"

--Charles Bukowski

Civilisation

Civilisation: a collection of self-centred human beings of an endless variety of races, persuasions, nationalities, mental states and cognitive and other abiltities dominating all other earthly species and constantly trying both not to speak their minds among others of their kind and resist their urges and instincts in an attempt to peacefully coexist in close proximity to others of their own species (i.e. tiptoeing around others), nearly every one of them easily offended, hurt and/or scared (but denying this) and all of them ultimately selfish, consequently resembling a time bomb impossible to defuse but hidden away in an attempt to feign ignorance about its existence and hoping in vain this will prevent it from exploding.

It's very good!

I dread the "How do you like it?" question at the dinner table. There's only one acceptable answer, which means it is hollow and utterly meaningless, which means the question should not be asked.

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.