thought of the day

"To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world." E.M. Cioran

Shit...I wish. Is it only me, or has the whole world lost it's fricking mind? Break downs, break ins, break ups, conniptions, heat sickness. Every time I pick up the phone, read an email, run into someone on the street, another mind numbing catastrophe is related which attempts to blot out my hard fought sanity. Right... like I'm supposed to be the sane one. Maybe not, but I still have a desperate need to try to make sense of this bullshit.

Maybe our individual personal torment is just a reflection of History's madness. All suffering is about the imbalance of power. And who, when confronted with the blatant insanity that is passed off as the norm everyday, isn't feeling their power, their vitality, their life force being sucked on by the vipers who grin like monkeys from the idiot box while spewing their mind- fucking doublespeak proclaiming progress and victory when the facts scream out in complete opposition.

Each and every day the arrogant behavior of the greedy brutarians in the US Government are responsible for the soul murder of over 2 million American prisoners (and uncounted foreign 'suspects' in suspended animation in their highly illegal secret prisons), the enslavement of 47 million mostly hard working people still living below the poverty level trying to make ends meet on minimum wage, the ridiculous expenditure and extravagant waste of taxpayers dollars to fund outlandish wars fought in the name of democracy and freedom, right, like anyone voted on that...

Yeah I take this shit personal.

Consider the thought of re-incarnation as the ability to dissect the secret history inherent in our genetic coding and the many atrocities which have polluted our bloodlines. Contemplate suffering from an acute awareness. an oversensitivity to geography and the army of ghosts that litter the landscape who have given their lives, leeched of blood by the whims of soul suckers who denigrate life by celebrating death. Pretend that every step you take, every stairwell, room, street, has absorbed the lives, deaths, loves, fears, arguments and heartbreaks of everyone and everything that has come before you and your job is to give voice to this nightmare. If it sounds melodramatic to you, it murders me on a minute to minute basis. So yeah...it's that personal to me.

Everyday is either the anniversary of another horrible tragedy, or it's a celebration that we survived to thrive and spite the odds yet again. So laugh a little, cry a little, die a little and live to be reborn daily.

Lydia Lunch 9-11- 06