Egoism
Individualism
Sovereignty
Splendor

(These ideas are explicated in this sloppy manifesto)

Saturday, June 19, 2004
 
To Beck, Kennedy, et alia

I have a lot to say about this, but I'm too busy living to enterain the idea that I can't live or won't or could somehow if only six was nine. Here's a sweet song about death, the only prison that cannot be escaped.

Brothers in arms

by Mark Knopfler

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
The moon riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
In every line in your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms





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