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Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your neighbors and to die. And you will have a window in your head. Not even your future will be a mystery any more. Your mind will be punched in a card and shut away in a little drawer. When they want you to buy something they will call you. When they want you to die for profit they will let you know. So, friends, every day do something that won’t compute. Love the Lord. Love the world. Work for nothing. Take all that you have and be poor. Love someone who does not deserve it. Denounce the government and embrace the flag. Hope to live in that free republic for which it stands. Give your approval to all you cannot understand. Praise ignorance, for what man has not encountered he has not destroyed. Ask the questions that have no answers. Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias. Say that your main crop is the forest that you did not plant, that you will not live to harvest. Say that the leaves are harvested when they have rotted into the mold. Call that profit. Prophesy such returns. Put your faith in the two inches of humus that will build under the trees every thousand years. Listen to carrion – put your ear close, and hear the faint chattering of the songs that are to come. Expect the end of the world. Laugh. Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts. So long as women do not go cheap for power, please women more than men. Ask yourself: Will this satisfy a woman satisfied to bear a child? Will this disturb the sleep of a woman near to giving birth? Go with your love to the fields. Lie down in the shade. Rest your head in her lap. Swear allegiance to what is nighest your thoughts. As soon as the generals and the politicos can predict the motions of your mind, lose it. Leave it as a sign to mark the false trail, the way you didn’t go. Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary, some in the wrong direction. Practice resurrection. ~ Wendell Berry, "Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front"

Life is Stupidly Hard

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Whoever came up with the idea of society should be tarred and feathered. The jackass has, by proxy, ruined my life. To be fair to the inventor of society, I did contribute to the screwing-up-of-my-life, but society is like a rusty bear-trap; once you make a mistake, you’re caught, and you have to gnaw off your foot to escape from it.

And of course, the ignoramuses in the world all band together to chide on about how it’s solely your fault, despite the fact that you never opted to participate in the social contract. It was forced on you at birth. Questioning that is like […]

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Curse the Fates

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I once knew a piper,
He danced to his own tune,
Got bit by a viper,
Got caught up in his doom,
Don’t we all know a piper,
Who got bit by a viper,
Dancing to tunes,
In the middle of our rooms,
And I need a cappuccino,
Don’t touch my oregano,
Or I’ll kick you where,
The sun don’t shine.
And those two lines,
Didn’t fucking rhyme,
Oh, well.

I know. I has skills at the poetries.

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Oh, so sorry, I am.

by aleaf
written by aleaf

I have posted a random topic that has nothing to do with anything – save for expressing my general attitude, and containing a song which keeps me afloat and not hacking at my wrists with a bandsaw.

I are so bad.

I are needing a spanking.

Any volunteers?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBLENB3CasQ

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