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

[angeldust]

. . .

S & D VACATION PACKAGE PART I

Organize leisure air tours during war time. Vacationers who could afford it would be flown over battle sites and would have the opportunity to drop napalm and bombs on the villagers below. I can see them now, Wagner's March of the Valkeries blasting throught the quad system, fat white tourists dressed in polyester pant suits and those silly Hawaiian shirts sit in their seats, each with his own personal trigger. "Can we do it now?" they ask. A smiling stewardness gives them a knowing wink and says "Soon, very soon." "But I want to drop a fire now, I want to kill now, I want to incinerate now, now, now!" says a fat balding man. "Calm down honey." his wife says "You heard the stewardess, we'll be in bombing range soon. See honey, the music's starting and everything." Soon they are dropping fire on the cities below. The conversation in the plane resembles one that can be heard in a boxing arena on a good night. The vacationers come home with pictures and souvenirs. Some pose with charred dismembered bodies, they smile and give the thumbs up to the camera, some are wearing strings of ears around their necks. The women all want their picture taken with the captain. Each will come back with their own story about the number of gooks they killed, each will exaggerate like crazy. Each will have their story about the one that got away. "One of those little bastards was hiding in a rice paddy, I was so plastered on those goddam huge drinks they were serving that I missed him, Madge blew the little sonofabitch right out of the water, what a woman."

[angeldust]

. . .

Falling down a staircase. The stairs are
covered with feathers. As you fall, the feathers
kick up in clouds all around you. Madness, this
is madness. Things get lost in the dark. There are
no secrets, no strangers in the dark, lost and found. You
are lost, found and falling down a staircase,
the feathers swirl around you without sound. This is
madness.

[angeldust]

. . .

Flight to madness - makes me think of walking
down a darkened hall towards a door that is at
the end of the hall. Birds fly around my head, they
collide into the wall and send small clouds of feathers
shooting through the air. The feathers are whitish grey
almost silver, all I can hear is the beating of the birds
wings as they pass by my ears. Madness, walking down
the hall to the door, the light grows dimmer and dimmer
until there is nothing for the eye to see. The only thing
that can be sensed is the sound of wings and the feeling
of on rushing nothingness. Madness.

[angeldust]

. . .

Dear
It is cold out today. The sky is clear and the sun is out but I feel like I am in a snow drift. I am alone in the house. I am trying to keep busy but my thoughts always turn to you. The geographical distance between us is nothing compared to the distance from you that I feel inside. Its cold here. Nothing can warm me. Every time I look out the window, the things I see make me turn away and turn into myself. I feel the isolation all around me. Not even the sun can warm me. I cannot even remember what you look like. I cannot remember how your eyes look into mine. I have pictures of you I can look at but staring at a piece of paper frustrates me and lowers the temperature of my heart even more. Starvation, endless starvation is what I feel. I woke up at 5:00 in the morning today. My stomach was churning, sleep has been hard the last few nights. I cannot get myself to relax, even though my body is exhausted, my mind is awake and relentless. Sometimes I think that I have no control of my thoughts. My brain allows me to free myself and not get hit by cars. My brain keeps the rest of me alive so it can pursue its own interests, interests that do not pertain to me. I am kept alive merely to be a good ambulatory vehicle for my brain. Sometimes I feel that my thoughts are not my own, I sometimes feel that I am an apartment for someone else. This is driving me insane. Thats what my brain wants me to do, then it can take complete control of me. Every day, I lose a little, I can feel it. Two nights ago I sat in my room, and screamed at the top of my lungs, a moment later I started to laugh, my stomach started to grind and I lost a little more. Someone was laughing at me from inside. My futility is total. I wish I understood less. Sometimes I think it would make things less loud and clear.

[angeldust]

. . .

I cant do it anymore.
I cant act.
It hurts to do it
and I don't mind the pain,
but this is a pain that I cannot take;
and this is a pain that I wont take.
To them, its life.
To me its a filthy lie
An act
A tight rope of fear and treachery.
I cant hold my breath any more.
Truth is everything to me now
More than your eyes,
More than your smile
More than anything you could ever hold in your heart for me.
I will walk hand in hand with truth
I
Hate
Lies
And if I am hated for that hate,
that only means my love is true and absolute.
Worlds beyond their shallow world of lies.
I will travel miles up river,
far past their choking, stricken fields,
until time cuts me loose from this trip.

[katana]

can you pass some information about this guy? cool shite! well, all I really want to know if he is up for a sect or something!

ky ishte kulla
although I'd join any sect with these two in it (kat)

[angeldust]

Tani po shoh ne google per Rollins-in dhe me sa pashe ka me shume info rreth karrieres se tij si rock star sesa si writer (cuditerisht per mua). Por ky liber eshte i famshem dhe me duket se eshte perkthyer ne disa gjuhe te botes. Para nja dy vjetesh nje shoqja ime polake po e lexonte ne polonisht, dhe ma permendi, por une s'ja vura shume veshin... plus qe s'e lexoja dot ne librin e saj polonisht.

Vetem para pak kohesh ma permendi ASD-ja i forumit, dhe une e gjeta ne amazon.com dhe e lexova. I'm just worried he thinks I stole his thunder or smth. :D...se ndoshta kishte qejf ta hapte vete nje teme te tille... nuk e di. :)

[angeldust]

. . .

I haven't seen him in eleven years. He comes up to me. Some how I recognize him and even remember his name.

"How are you doing?" He says.

"Working and playing." I tell him.

"I see pictures of you everywhere, you're famous, I cant believe you remember me." I shrug my shoulders and smile. I do remember him, hes a good guy, its good to see him again.

"I was in a band in college, we were shit, we broke up." he says.

"What do you do now?" I ask him.

"I got married, I work in advertising, it sucks." he says.

We shake hands and he turns to leave but before he does he says, "You know man, its so good to see you again, its so good to know youre around. Im shit, I sold out. I fucking sold out. Youre a vestige, no you are, youre a vestige. Its good to actually know someone like you. Youre real. If you ever need a place to stay, call me." He hands me his card. I shake his hand and nod my head. He leaves and I drop his card on the ground and put my shoe over it.

[angeldust]

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. . .

Dear
...
The geographical distance between us is nothing compared to the distance from you that I feel inside. Its cold here. Nothing can warm me. Every time I look out the window, the things I see make me turn away and turn into myself. I feel the isolation all around me. Not even the sun can warm me. I cannot even remember what you look like. I cannot remember how your eyes look into mine. I have pictures of you I can look at but staring at a piece of paper frustrates me and lowers the temperature of my heart even more.

I cannot get myself to relax, even though my body is exhausted, my mind is awake and relentless. Sometimes I think that I have no control of my thoughts. My brain allows me to free myself and not get hit by cars. My brain keeps the rest of me alive so it can pursue its own interests, interests that do not pertain to me. I am kept alive merely to be a good ambulatory vehicle for my brain. Sometimes I feel that my thoughts are not my own, I sometimes feel that I am an apartment for someone else. This is driving me insane. Thats what my brain wants me to do, then it can take complete control of me. Every day, I lose a little, I can feel it.