Friday, October 21, 2011

the glowing eyes of the sun.

I don’t want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride. 
All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die. 
I don’t 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 didn’t 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-


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