Poem #234

Love is a manufactured Hell, a type of accepted insanity really that holds the possibility is actually true that one man and one woman can live together, make little humans, work, play, save money, vacation once a year, throw bang-up parties with good music and good food, take dance classes just because, manufacture a few arguments just to have killer make-up sex forever and ever until each and every orgasm pays each and every bill that comes inevitably each and every single month until the day they die... your damn right love is a manufactured Hell!

It's not the silver to be found, but the process it takes to find it... you know, the experience, the people and the ups and downs of it all.

Beastie Boys - Sure Shot

I believe music is the one thing that prevents me from driving off that cliff near here. If I lose inspiration, if i start drinking again... it's all over for me. The fuckers want me back on pills. They want me to be a constant consumer as if it was their mandate or something. Been there, done that! I think this whole thing is complete horseshit man!

Nine Inch Nails - Only (Dirty)

I don't see "retirement" as anything more than a change of lifestyle during a time in one's life where the physical and mental stamina, shall we say, may or may not still be in effect with regard to the original plan. I have met folks who seem to do little to nothing every day. They're active don't get me wrong, but they talk very little about how their job sucks or how they hate (but have learned to love) the routine of waking every day in the same way to go to the same job to do the same thing to make the same money only to go home and watch the same things on television and make calls and texts to the same people, rub one out and then retire to sleep. They talk more about the things they love, the things that make them wonder, they think on a different level. The word "work" is rarely used. I don't think happy people know what work really is like. I guess loving what one does makes work a rather bland way to look at the beautiful things in this life.

Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat