It recited my voice hoarse,
rough
it grounded my coffee
to petty perfection.
Now that is something! Come and see! Oh! Oh!
Remember, there is only one thing. There are not two things. I have developed an all-encompassing hatred for the universe. It's me, it's always me who is the ultimate cause of the trauma, hence I am the creator of worlds, I am god. Pain is god. There is only one thing. Don't make the mistake ...
rice and beans
sprouts and greens
water and love
life itself - is enough
Honor and love - what else - defy the usurpation of meaning by the Story of capitalism, because they require the notion of "enough"
Love is a prison of the heart
Says the infatuated:
You are my prison guard
we observe the armistice
between our shadows
today,
we live in a world
of small things
So there. This is what you have done.
Something inside is waiting until you are gone.
My highest morality is a travesty.
My greatest love, revolting.
My sacred ones, a blemish on your race.
My hatred, the purest thing I know.
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing,
How love that passes is enough.
Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead and how
In the grave all love shall sleep
Love is aweary now
– James Joyce
It took me a while before I realized the words of Hozier's famous song Take me to church. Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you ...