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Life is truly a ride. We are all strapped in and no one can stop it. When the doctor slaps your behind he is ripping your ticket and away you go. As you make each passage from youth to adulthood to maturity, sometimes your put your arms up and scream. Sometimes you hold on to that bar in front of you. But the ride is the thing. I think the most you can hope for at the end of life is that your hair is messed , your out of breath and you didn’t throw up
- Jerry Seinfeld

Dinosauria, We
Dinosauria, We

    Born like this
    Into this
    As the chalk faces smile
    As Mrs. Death laughs
    As the elevators break
    As political landscapes dissolve
    As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
    As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
    As the sun is masked
    We are
    Born like this
    Into this
    Into these carefully mad wars
    Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
    Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
    Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
    Born into this
    Into hospitals which are so expensive that its cheaper to die
    Into lawyers who charge so much its cheaper to plead guilty
    Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
    Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
    Born into this
    Walking and living through this
    Dying because of this
    Muted because of this
    Castrated
    Debauched
    Disinherited
    Because of this
    Fooled by this
    Used by this
    Pissed on by this
    Made crazy and sick by this
    Made violent
    Made inhuman
    By this
    The heart is blackened
    The fingers reach for the throat
    The gun
    The knife
    The bomb
    The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
    The fingers reach for the bottle
    The pill
    The powder
    We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
    We are born into a government 60 years in debt
    That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
    And the banks will burn
    Money will be useless
    There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
    It will be guns and roving mobs
    Land will be useless
    Food will become a diminishing return
    Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
    Explosions will continually shake the earth
    Radiated robot men will stalk each other
    The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
    Dantes Inferno will be made to look like a childrens playground
    The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
    Trees will die
    All vegetation will die
    Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
    The sea will be poisoned
    The lakes and rivers will vanish
    Rain will be the new gold
    The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
    The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
    And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
    The petering out of supplies
    The natural effect of general decay
    And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
    Born out of that.
    The sun still hidden there
    Awaiting the next chapter.

    - Charles Bukowski
Dinosauria, We

Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.

- Charles Bukowski



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