born like this into this as the chalk faces smile as Mrs. Death laughs as political landscapes dissolve as the oily fish spit out their oily prey
we are born like this 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
castrated debauched disinherited because of this
the fingers reach toward an unresponsive god the fingers reach for the bottle the pill the powder
we are born into this sorrowful deadliness it 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 men will eat the flesh of radiated men the rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
born out of that the sun hidden there awaiting the next chapter
I used to occupy myself with these problems when I was younger – when I was fifteen or sixteen. I understood everything then, very clearly . . . that is, as far as the mind permits one to understand things. I was more pure, more disinterested, so to speak. I didn’t have to defend or uphold anything, least of all a system which I never did believe in, not even as a child. I worked out an ideal universe, all on my own. It was very simple: no money, no property, no laws, no police, no government, no soldiers, no executioners, no prisoners, no schools. I eliminated every disturbing and restraining element. Perfect freedom. If was a vacuum – and in it I exploded. h.m.
Scrisoare de intentie. Intentie de revolutie. Pasnica. Suntem tineri si nu avem viitor. Sau poate il avem, dar nu aici. Inainte de a pleca “dincolo” haideti sa venim toti in Piata Universitatii, miercuri, 19 mai, la ora 19.00. Nu ne asteptam la minuni dar putem crea un precedent. Putem sa printam o pagina cu mesajul nostru pentru cei care au condus tara lor, nu a noastra, in ultimii 20 de ani. Putem putin, dar putem fi multi.
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Sunt tanar, caut tara. Respectati-ne bunicii! Salariul – drept, nu privilegiu! Si eu vreau sa am copii! Platim taxe, vrem viitor. Peste 5 ani, voi fi tot aici? Avem o tara, cum o recuperam? Romania noastra NU e Romania voastra.