Many divert themselves with philosophies and religions to soften the stark reality of existence, but, I think, a walk through any large cemetery will impress upon the intellect the futility of life, despite the stone longings for immortality. In the end, we are only the sum of our memories, and memory is always about something that no longer exist.
Rivers wind unnoticed
through the brown hills
and budding trees,
where dark, little birds
...
I’m gonna kill, rape and plunder
cause I do what I’m told to do.
My government would never lie,
so I do what I’m told to do.
...
Bonnie and Clyde
went out for a ride
with the Devil for a guide.
...
I woke up this morning
to a glimpse of delicate blue sky
through gray cover.
Wonderful!
...
We cannot stop the bullet train.
It speeds along on tracks ordained.
Through fire of day
and fog of night
...