I look at my cat , basking in the sunlight..
I wonder if I’d ever have to kill him, because he was starving.
Or because I was starving.
You’d have to do it with the hands.. probably cry a lot while you were doing it.
“I do this because I love you,and I don’t want you to suffer..”
Because it hurts me ..
(pull the veil)
It’s easy to talk all this shit when things are good.
When you have a job, making other people rich, when you show up and grind into the futility of each and every day…
But.
If things got hard…
If they weren’t so soft.
All you’d have left, would be yourself.
And I imagine you’d spend many hours thinking about how you got here..
And that’s why Goldstein’s book won’t leave my head.
Forget the formula or what it implies… but just…
The concept..
How ….in the fuck ….could you keep all these monkeys in line?
Permanently?
Fear.
War.
You’d have to kill off handfulls of them from time to time ..
You’d have to.
(all the world is a stage -Shakespeare)
I think that’s Shakespeare..I’m not that smart, certainly not educated in any topic that matters…
So if I have a dream or a nightmare….
Dream or a nightmare..
(people will die)
People will always die.
Always..
Always..
Goldstein and his book.
Jesus man…
dawn 