Thursday, November 01, 2007

The small life

Greek mythology revealed as fraud. Mount Olympus not home to gods.
Delphic Oracle merely guessing. Sphinx’s riddle remains unsolved.
No creature on four legs in the morning, two at noon, three in the evening.
No cleft footed creature walks alone, alone in Cithaeron's wooded glens.

He’s a dog. He’s a dog among dogs. He’s a man with the head of a dog.
The man who sits on a throne made of newspapers has the head of a dog.
I disapprove of what he says. Why should I defend to death his right to say it?
He’s an Egyptian god. He’s a god among men. Egyptian mythology revealed.

You can’t do this. You can’t do that. If you do this you will be punished.
If you do that someone else will take the credit. If you do nothing, shame.
Refuse, deny, accept, repeat. Try to get some sleep. It’s such a small life.
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but the printed word lasts forever.

I can’t stop thinking about death. Death will be the end of me.
The man who moves a mountain starts with sticks and stones.
Scream and collapse. Repeat. Scream and collapse.
To know collapse.

3 Comments:

Anonymous ungovernable said...

good one

11:06 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...

You must be HIGH ON ZE DRUGZ

12:44 am  
Anonymous ungovernable said...

well, as long as i'm not tall on them...
i still like it

12:18 pm  

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