Pissing in the gene pool - by Henry Rollins (extracts)

[angeldust]

I overheard some people talking. This girl was complaining about having to shell out money for each period. She said that Midol and tampons should be given away in welfare boxes. I had never thought of that before. that seems like an unfair shake to me. I mean, what if a guy had to put out a dime every time he took a piss. It would be nothing at first, but after a while those dimes would start to pile up and you might try and hold out to make that dime go a bit farther. Imagine saying, "****, I spent a buck on urine today!" What if you were into beer? What if you are out of $$$? What if you had to write a check? A credit card? What if you had to say, "Brother, can you spear a dime? I gotta piss." -YOU WOULD BE IN BLADDER HELL,PAL. THINK ABOUT THAT!

[angeldust]

. . .

Im sitting in an airplane. this airplane looks like a pregnant rat, skin pulled tight, belly distended, crammed full of little rat babes. The passengers in this plane are just like me, hoping that this stupid looking thing wont crash. If you toss a pregnant rat off of a rooftop it will smash like a ripe melon upon impact. The mother will be twisted and shattered, the bloddy, greasy unborn will be scattered and broken, thats whats going to happen when this heap drops from the sky like a stone vulture: shattered mother in a heap, stomach torn open and greasy babes in suits and dresses and unscratched Samsonite luggage. Nice thing about Samsonite luggage, those suckers are really built to take it! Crash with 'em, hose the guts and fuel off 'em, use 'em again!

[angeldust]

Sometimes it gets so cold in here
I want to build a roaring fire
using my body for kindling:
another man torches himself in his cell.
It happens all the time
and I know why.
Existence can be such a freeze out and you could wait forever for a warming touch
you could freeze solid
waiting.
Better to burn than to freeze, I think.
Incinerate.
Turn to ash.
If you dream in you sleep tonight
and your dreams are of the sun
touch me
I feel so cold tonight.
..................

I put myself in the night room
filled the place with pictures of death
built a cold fire inside the night room
I let it burn
I sit alone
and tend the fire
that burns cold and solid blue.
...................

Come back?
No, no, no,
you cant come back
cross your heart
and hope to die
you cant come back

[angeldust]

Everything and everyone is your friend, yes. Everything wants to open its arms to you! The trees, the birds, the air, they are your friends. Every person on this planet wants to be your friend! Yes they do, everybody loves you and wants to be friendly, there are friends in every alley waiting, waiting with open arms waiting to greet you! There is your friend, over there in the car! He wants to drive you into the woods and blow torch your tits off and leave you. Thats the kind of thing friends do for one another! The people on the streets are your brothers and sisters. Friends, friends, friends, everywhere! Look out for the friends, they lurk in the shadows, waiting to jump out and be your best buddy. I have so many friends, in every house, in every country. I have friends everywhere, most of them I don't even know. Im lucky, Ive got a few enemies, a good enemy is so hard to find. I need someone I can trust!

[angeldust]

. . .

I was thinking about flowers at a flower stand. They look beautiful in death. When the flowers start to rot, they will be thrown away because they are no longer beautiful. What a drag, they cut you down when you are looking good and they sell your corpse. Soon you are thrown into the wastebin.

[angeldust]

. . .

I am in the shed. This morning I awoke unable to move my legs without great pain and difficulty. Several hours have passed and the pain is still with me. I am sitting in front of the heater waiting for the trip to subside. I am thinking of a man incarcerated in a prison camp. In my mind I can see him sitting against the westward wall of the barracks. Look at his eyes! They look so tired, so old. His weary gaze marches from his head and comes to rest at his fence that encircles the prison compound. In his dreams he has climbed that fence and fairly well floated over the top escaping the rolls of the barbed wire. He sits. He waits, at some point this trip has got to subside. I once had a dream that I was trying to escape the camp. I made a break and scaled the fence as fast as I could, I got all the way to the top, I threw my body forward in an effort to escape the barbed wire. I fell short. I fell into the barbed wire and struggled until I became completely engulfed and ensnared. Now my legs are racked with pain and I can hardly move. I wonder when this trip will subside.

[angeldust]

. . .

When I am alone
feeling lonely,
feeling it,
all the way down to the marrow
I call out.
From a million miles away
its like Im in a cave
It can get just as dark as you want it to.
Any time, any place.
The light gets so hard to find.
You can get so gone that you wouldn't know
a helping hand
from one that wants to push your head down for good.
Calling out.
But I think the lines have been disconnected.
The screams go into the night.
The whole place gets cold and hard.
The edges get sharp
and the whole thing shoots you down to the ground.

[angeldust]

Its Sunday and the sun is dropping below 21st Street like James Brown Live at the Apollo vol III..."We got your sundown, we got your coming cold, we got your sleazy bars, we got your white trash milling around in purple sleeveless Miami Vice t-shirts, white painters pants, asking you if you would like to purchase some angel dust ( :D :D :D ), we got a good show for your ladies and gentelmen, and if that does not totally convince you that you really have to get the **** out of this place, then we'll give you some more. If that doesnt do it to you, we'll give you stumbling drunk middle aged men sttagering out the door at Charlies at 10am on a Tuesday, we'll give you a super soul injection of fat white women down at the laundry mat, drinking Coors and talking about abortions and taxes while their monster-kids poke at piles of dog shit with straws they find in the trash, we'll break it on down and give you a Redondo Beach police officer pulling a carload of Mexicans over to the curb, banging his club on the hood of their car and screaming: "Where the **** do you think you are... Tiajuana?" We are here to give it all up tonight ladies and gentlemen, we got a real good show for you tonight, have mercy."

[angeldust]

. . .

..."Why do people always look at me funny when I tell them that everyone must be destroyed? I mean ****, they think that I am A) joking or B) totally out of my mind. Fine. Thats just fine. Well, its no joke and I am no loony.

I have said it before and I will say it again for those of you that have not yet had the chance to attend one of my sermons when I read from the Good Book of the Annihilation: I dont want to hurt anyone, I just want to kill everyone, thats all. I see them in McDonalds eating and rubbing their genitals as warm meat juice runs like his holy blood down the corners of their disgusting mouths! It makes me want to bring down the skies on top of them! I want to cover them with tarter sauce and touch them off with gasoline! I want to watch them burn and scream as they clutch their Coors beer cans and rock albums and beg for their lives! They will look to me! And I will say to unto them: "Fools! Idiots! You thought that beer and The Boss would come here and save you! You said to yourselves: I bought all the twelve inch dance mix singles! I got down on my designer denim covered knees and prayed as the music played! I vomited the contents of Anhauser Busch Barley Hoops Holy Water into my lap on so many occasions, why this cruel and unusual punishment, oh cool one? And with the power vested in me by the manager and production team I will say unto the unclean ones: youre not that bad really, but all the same, you must be destroyed! Now attend to the final hour! I am the bringer of the truth! I am the harvester of the Divine Light! In other words I am totally happening dudes and dudettes! And now you unfortunate human-types, your chances of getting on the guest list have been totally anihilated! Now lay down and die, die, die!"

A brief passage from Reverend Righteous B. Societys "Annihilate Before It Be Too Late Bay-Beh and You Know What I Be Talking About and Lord Have Mercy!" sermon, broadcast live on WKEN, FM, Bakersfield, California, last Thanksgiving.

[angeldust]

. . .

I thought about you for so long, so many nights. All their broken ends strung together so many nights in the desert lost. So many nights, seeing your face mirrored in the moon. Ghost white. So many nights in that cold desert I wanted to feel you next to me. I thought of your touch, your breathing, how I wanted you, buried alive in the night with me. Plague comes to me, pulls me inside the womb of my mind. I call out to you from the desert. Pull me out. I want to come out, I am lost, I dont know who I am. I want to climb your ladder and crawl inside your heart.