".....i had a bird's eye view on the whole of american society. it was like a page out of the telephone book. alphabetically, nomerically statistically, it made sense. but when you looked at it up close, when you examined the pages seperately, or the parts seperately, when you examined one lone individual and what constituted him, examined the air he breathed, the life he led, the chances he risked, you see something foul and degrading, so low, so miserable,so utterly hopeless and senseless, that it was worse than looking in a volcano. you could see the whole american life-economically, politically, morally, spiritually, artistically, statistically, pathologically. it looked like a grnad chancre on a worn-out cock. it looked worse than that, really, because you could'nt even see anything resembling a cock anymore. maybe in the past this thing had life, did produce something, did give atleast a moment's pleasure, a moment's thrill. but looking at it from where i sat it looked rottener than the wormiest cheese. the wonder was that the stench of it didnt carry'em off...i'm using the past tense all the time but of course its the same now, maybe even a bit worse. atleast now we're getting it full stink."
mula sa libro ni henry miller na "tropic of capricorn" page 19.
panalo....
- Listening to: tawa ng ate ko
- Reading: tropic of capricorn
- Watching: laughing baby
- Eating: balot
- Drinking: ganun paden..(alcohol)
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Unheard
